I’m not sure I can really tell the story of a “typical” day at La Chevrerie, since I’ve only been here for a few days, but I’ll do my best.
Around 7:30 Angela knocks on my door to tell me it’s time to get up. I make my way to the kitchen where Angela, her daughter […]

My time at Hof Schwarzes Moor has too quickly come to an end. Today I’m at La Chevrerie, a goat farm a few kilometers away from HSM run by a woman named Angela. I’ll be here for a few days - until next Thursday when I’m off to France. I hope to learn a bit […]

I wake up shortly before eight and roll out of bed. I get dressed and step out of the door into the thick fog that rose overnight from the moor. After a breakfast of tea and muesli (yes, I am a granola eating hippie, why do you ask?) I make my way around the house […]