Escape to a farm in Southwest France. … that is the message. I live on a farm in Southwest France and I still need to tell myself that. It’s so easy to fill your head with people’s words. Podcasts, Stand-up Comedy, News, News on the TV, Youtube, Yabble Babble. So easy to sink time in to understanding what’s going on … and it is VERY interesting … but … is it? What is going on around you? You could probably check in each week and be ahead of the game. I say “escape” because the words people are using in the big cities, in town at your local big shop … feels stressed. What if you could push a button and deal with things like drying your clothes without a dryer, picking some vegetables for dinner, moving big animals to tasty pasture … No need for roller coaster rides that you wait hours to ride. … move some cows! thrill of a lifetime.
We are offering a glimpse into our farm. A temporary moment to experience what comes at us fast everyday. Decisions about beef, about chickens, managing pasture, about business selling meat, about future offerings… each day a steady state of known and a fireball of unknown. You’ll arrive and see five things we should do and you’ll leave knowing why we put energy into five other things you didn’t know. Or even better, you’ll relax, chill and enjoy the silence ( D. Mode ).
Our Air BnB can be booked at: Grasspunk Getaway
I took TONS of photos to promote our rental and these four photeez are core to my heart:
a kitchen to cook real stuff with good ingredients on a hot stove with seats for people
dozing on a bed with a door to the outside world, glimpsing at a book I find time to read each month the same chapter to remind myself of where I left off
grass and open pasture for miles and miles
a burger and another burger with a sloppy egg