Pre-Brexit, pre-covid it was easy. We bought a small property in Paris (7ième) over 20 years ago. Nothing fancy, small, a pied-à-terre, and we’ve had a lot of fun from it, although it has also had its moments of heartache, trashed twice by tenants, leaks from upstairs and fighting back damp. Hands on management at a distance is not easy.
Covid restrictions kept
us away for 12 months, until this July.
We found a window in the diary to go primarily to check for any water
ingress, vermin and to be sure the taps, drains and internet still worked – and
then a further 10-day window back home to quarantine.
and its restrictions have knocked the stuffing out of a significant part of the
venison market as with all businesses supplying restaurants and hotels,
hospitality and events, food service and catering. Shut down with the first national lockdown, a
very short period of respite, and then shut down again, a proportion of UK
venison sales have hit the buffers – from fine dining, to huge events serving 400
fillets in one sitting.
remains consistent. Kantar reported venison performing well through UK
retail/grocery up to February last year (UK venison sales volume +20%, value +12%)
and continuing to do so. Data to
September 2020 showed more progress (sales +10%, value +7%) and the Christmas
retail figures will probably show a further hike.
Never (never, never, never, never, never!) has there been so much piffle, drivel, waffle, kerfuffle as there has been over the last few weeks/days/hours about GDPR.
Never (never, never, never, never, never!) have my in-box and my spam bin been so full of communication from people, companies, businesses, suppliers, contractors, contacts ad infinitum who I don’t know, have never spoken to, have never heard of, have never signed up to receive information from, but who are now sad to see me go. And why? They want my permission to keep my details on their databases and to keep sending me their stuff which I don’t read anyway.
It was a fitting introduction to the protagonists, from Oxford Farming Conference Director, Caroline Millar, that this would be a tussle between two opinionated Scots – so a typical Scottish night out then!
Our clients Saffery Champness and Smiths Gore are proud to be sponsors of the Oxford Union Debate at the annual Oxford Farming Conference. The Debate, which takes place in the famous Oxford Union where many politicians have cut their teeth, often provides some well-deserved light relief after a tough day of formal presentations at the Conference itself.
In keeping with that, Farmers Weekly awards a bottle of Champagne (or two) to the most iconoclastic contributions from the floor. This year was no exception in terms of the quality of debate, or that of offerings from the benches.
We’ve really entered the era of the strip-off-for-charity calendar.
As ever the Oxford Union Debate at the Oxford Farming Conference was going to merit a full house and, from the moment that Amelia Hamer, Somerville College, President of the Oxford Union, was ushered into the Chamber by her two bow-tied, tail-coated acolytes, a sense of drama was on the cards. Dick Playfair was there…
Going to the Hill, Life on Scottish Sporting Estates, the latest and much awaited offering from acclaimed sporting and landscape photographer Glyn Satterley, is a delightful book.
Neckwear. That’s what this is all about.
We’ve become lazy with language. Cliché and jargon have crept into every aspect of life – and business as much as anywhere. It’s not often I have a rant and go off on one, but I’m going to go off on one now.