Meet the Team

If you ever visited Tablehurst Farm on a session day, you will have met Boots. With his soft dark fur, warm brown eyes, and ever-greying muzzle, he was the gentle soul who greeted every child at the gate, walked every trail alongside them, and lay quietly by the fire while they cooked their lunch. For four wonderful years, Boots was as much a part of Raising Young Farmers as the farm itself.

He had a way of knowing exactly who needed him most. The nervous child arriving for their very first trial session would find Boots gently leaning against their legs. The little one having a wobble would feel a soft nudge from a warm nose. He never asked for anything in return — just to be near the children he so clearly adored.

Boots belonged to Karen, but he belonged to all of us. Over a hundred families have known and loved him. Children who started as tiny Seedlings grew up with Boots padding alongside them. He was a constant in a world of changing seasons — always there, always patient, always the goodest of boys.

The farm feels a little quieter without him. But every child who ever buried their fingers in his fur, every parent who watched their nervous little one light up as Boots came to say hello, will carry a piece of him with them.