A glorious 1st April morning at Acton Scott! Sunshine warmed my back as I was shown round the farm. A Norfolk Black turkey cock gobbled at us and fanned his tail. A small hen took a dustbath under a waggon.
“Would it be alright if you worked in this?” said Sal.
It really would. Very alright.
You’re looking at the Shepherd Poet’s Hut.
From here poems will be read, written, shared and hugely enjoyed.
We 
explored the bailiff’s house, which contains a dairy whose years of cheese-making have permeated its cool walls, so that you breathe in a faint sour scent of milk just as the door opens.
Upstairs is a schoolroom, with single wooden desks and an authoritarian atmosphere. This is the kind of place to write poems that require syllables counted (on the abacus?), or a very strict rhyme scheme…
We’ve got an outline now of the days I’ll be on site at the Farm – for more information just click here.
Poet on the Farm 
I have always loved Acton Scott and taken our grandchildren there. I wish you well with this exciting project.
We went to Acton Scott 25th May 2014 it was amazing. My siblings and I went
on a horse and fed lambs but the best time was getting a poem written for me by Jean Atkin herself. It will always be a precious memory forever. Thanks
Thank you Megan! As I remember, you created a rather excellent haiku, and most of what I did was write down your draft! I’m putting it in a new post! Go and have a look in a minute… 🙂
Click this link Megan! https://actonscottfarmpoet.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/haikus-and-hens/