🐷How We Became Flying Pig Lets
Moving from our home in Hampshire was fraught with problems with lots of obstacles in the way. We began to think that it would never happen, and at the time the expression “Pigs might fly” was often spoken!
Finally, with a last-minute rescue mission involving our 7 children and their partners, we arrived in several vans at our new home. I think our kids thought we were mad at the time, but they did comment that we would never get tired of the view — and indeed, it is what has kept us going.
The farmhouse is called ‘Rhiw yr Hwch’, which means ‘Hill of the Sow’, and there is a tumbledown pigsty on the side of the lane.
“We should get some pigs then!” was our first, rather naive thought. So with little preparation, Albert, Rodney, and Del Trotter arrived at the smallholding as tiny and very cute piglets!
We set about renovating the Milking Parlour, which was a little run down. The plan initially was to turn the other end of the building into another cottage, but predictably, the Milking Parlour needed far more work than we originally thought — including a damp-proof course, new floors, and new windows throughout. So ‘The Dairy’ was and remains on hold for now... our next project, hopefully!
So when thinking of a new name to give to our new, exciting business... ‘Flying Pig Lets’ was born!
