The pretty farm girl alone on the cliff top

The tall thin pretty blonde stood up to the raging gale trying to blow her off the cliff.  Her beloved girls, the Loxton sheep with their short legs & thick coats were to used to rough weather & grazed happily.  Sarah however had recently left the South of France & her French husband  to run her Father’s farm.  Of all life’s cruel ways, her Father and her French husband’s Father had both died at approximately the same time leaving untended farms.  An extraordinary fate of life or death.

Sarah had grown up in Cornwall and it was part of her heritage and love. She just could not sell it. So they arranged a trial separation, both being torn by forces stronger than their marriage.  Sarah & her young daughter moved back to Cornwall, to her beautiful farm on the Rame Penninsula in South East Cornwall. The arrangement was that they would ‘do the distance’.  Sadly this arrangement took a toll on their relationship and after a year they agreed that it just did not work out. So they split up to look after their true passions.

Sarah got a part time job in the local pub to help ends meet and put her daughter into the local school. But she found that running a farm was almost impossible for a single woman with a young daughter. It was hard to meet people who understood her passion for farming a small farm & her great love of her animals.  Selling her lamb became a hard task because her rare breed sheep from the Isle of Man were small, producing small portions for the butcher that made it even more difficult to sell.   Lamb had become expensive to buy but farmers don’t get a good deal.  It was a struggle for Sarah to cope.  It was hard meeting people in the back country of rural Cornwall and Sarah remains a beautiful blonde struggling with the elements and looking out to the turbulent seas below that many before her have struggled with from Smugglers, to fishing and the Herring trade of days gone by.  She wondered whether it was worth the sacrifice.

The Eddystone Lighthouse winkked at her, saying I am still here, standing up to the elements.  So is Sarah.

Written by: Susie Groom