what does hinterland mean anyway?
I've been on the road, meeting farmers, cows, deer, chickens, dogs, goats and pigs.
I've been seeing how the land lies, checking out the neck of the woods, kicking the turf,
rolling grapes round my tongue, having a tea, a shortbread, a chat, a long ramble out the back forty by foot or by truck. I've been scanning the horizon, seeing the clouds roll in and roll out, talking land prices, arable uses, post-industrial farming, tractors, and how to catch a runaway pig.
I'm loving it. Loving. It.