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>>>>>>>But, OTOH, you're probably not surrounded by hawks, dogs and falcons with a propensity to dig either teeth or talons into you at every possible opportunity....
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>>>>>>Where is Hay-On-Wye? Looks like a nice rurual place to me according to your description... Though I do like to live in big cities...
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>>>>>Hay is right on the English/Welsh border (about half way along). My farm is in Wales but the eastern boundary (for about a mile) is also the national border. Hay is small -maybe 3,000 people but is, supposedly, the town with the most books per capita in the world ( I forget the book count but it has about 23 miles of shelves!)
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>>>>>Don't know how you do this in Google Earth but, FWIW, I'm at : 52° 3'1.19"N 3° 5'53.66"W
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>>>>Pretty much like that. You'd enter 52 3' 1.19"N, 3 5' 53.66"W. Pretty nice. Not a lot of homes around your area. How much of that land is yours?
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>>>Hah! That worked great. I just pasted the Lat/Long into the 'Find' textbox and bingo!
>>>How much land? Difficult to show. It's only 130 acres (average for a Welsh farm). The Welsh border bit is (proudly using my new-found Google Earth skills) from 52° 3'25.87"N 3° 5'59.65"W to 52° 2'39.89"N 3° 5'22.24"W. But I have grazing rights over several hundred acres in the mountains to the west.
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>>So it's actually a working farm? What do you raise, sheep, cattle, both? I'm interested because my dad was raised on a farm here in Canada in Saskatchewan. It was mostly a wheat farm, but they had a few cows for their own use, chickens likewise, a couple of horses for the plow. He left when he was in his teens, but my uncle had the farm until he got too old to handle it.
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>It's working (sort of). This is mainly a sheep farming area - primarily because it is (by UK standards) an upland area with large sections of open, unimproved grassland. We've also got a few horses, too many chickens and some geese that have managed to evade the Xmas dinner menu for too long.
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>Is the farm still in your family?

No. When my uncle grew too old to be able to handle it, it was sold. He was younger than my dad, and their sister was older than both. To the best of my knowledge neither my uncle nor my aunt had kids who wanted to farm, and of course, I'd have been pretty much useless at it. I have a name born of infamy in the plant kingdom. When I bring home a houseplant, as soon as it realises where it is, it commits suicide. I can't even keep plastic ones healthy.