Anna Bowen Media
Journalist, farmer, agricultural consultant, ex-racehorse owner and 2021 Nuffield Scholar
Interview with Juddmonte marketing manager Anna Alcock for Horse and Hound’s All in a Day’s Work feature
After three years of travelling and research my Nuffield report is now available to read!
It covers:
The feasibility of cow calf contact dairying in a commercial UK setting
Management of CCC
A basic cost model for CCC
The social licence lessons dairy can learn from horse racing
Published Work
My writing has been commissioned for a range of rural and lifestyle titles, including the BBC, Vice, Metro, Farmers Guardian, Restless, British Farmer and Grower, and Horse & Rider. I write copy for Whickr, a horse sales app, and write copy on a freelance basis for independent PR companies
Interview with Gemma Smales- Rowlands of Cornish Moo about how consumers are more interested in whole milk since the publication of Chris van Tulleken's book Ultra Processed People
Interview with Juddmonte marketing manager Anna Alcock for Horse and Hound’s All in a Day’s Work feature
Feature for British Farmer and Grower about transitioning heifers into the herd and through to second calving
Nuffield
After three years of travelling and research my Nuffield report is now available to read!
It covers:
The feasibility of cow calf contact dairying in a commercial UK setting
Management of CCC
A basic cost model for CCC
The social licence lessons dairy can learn from horse racing
A cow calf contact herd in Victoria, selling milk on a conventional milk contract
Farming
The phrase “Australian agriculture” brings certain scenes to mind; merino sheep and vast beef stations, helicopter wrangling, the brush of a shirt cuff, stained with red dust, across a sweating forehead. When dairy cattle are imagined it is in the temperate grasslands of Victoria and Tasmania; a British family farm interrupted with kangaroos and gum trees.
Few people outside of the industry realise that north of the tropic of Capricorn cows graze tropical grasses five feet high, farmers battle against the ceaseless encroachment of the rainforest, and milk is produced to the chorus of rainbow hued birds, under the beat of the fierce southern sun, and the battering rains of the wet season.
An explanation of how Contract Farming Agreements work and why they’re a great option for landless new entrants
The first in a new series of farming articles covering our contract farming business in West Wales
We are now over half way through calving. While the rate of calves being born has slowed down- and so there is less time spent on first feeds and navel dipping and recording births- there is still plenty to do with over a 100 calves to feed and care for. The milking cows are grazing by day, and the grass is growing.
Farmers use antibiotics. Like any other species, cows get sick, and it is in their best interests to be treated with antibiotics when necessary. The average dairy herd varies across the UK, but sizes range from 50 to over a thousand cows. If you picture a school or an office with as many people as that, at some point one of them will be ill and need antibiotic treatment. The same applies to cows- even under the best management systems some will become ill.
When I started working in dairy consultancy (way back in 2007, when I was 14, Donald Trump was just a business tycoon, and Rihanna's "Umbrella" was at number one for ten weeks), one of the first things I learnt about spring calving was that they effectively had January off- or at least that is what it looked like for someone from an all-year-round calving background.
The more I read and the more I see, the more it becomes obvious that the general public want to know more about how their food is produced- and how animals are managed. It's very easy for those of us who exist within this milky echo chamber to be surprised when people comment on pictures of calves to say that they are cows missing their babies, or to roll around with laughter when a survey shows that children think chocolate milkshake is produced by brown cows, but the truth is that we can't expect anyone to understand our industry if they haven't been exposed to it. How many of you could recognise a coffee crop if you saw one? Or know how cotton is harvested? And those are two commodities that it's likely you are exposed to every day, that also exist in the wider agricultural industry.
Lists
You can do anything aside that you can do astride, with the exception of jousting (or so I am told). For generations of women riding side saddle in the hunting field gave them their sole opportunity to be equal to men
The Young Blood
Thinks he's Rupert Campbell- Black, when actually he has a 2:2 from Bristol and a gold- plated signet ring.
The Hunt Ball Organiser
Starts advertising the hunt ball at meets two months before the date. A week before is still begging people to pay up, especially the terrier men who have ten seats booked for themselves and the local foot pack, but have paid nothing and are all claiming that their phones don't work. Spends the day of the ball blowing up balloons, crying over the wine list, and dealing with frantic phone calls from the MFH who has just realised that both his wife and leggy girl groom mistress would like to sit on his right hand side.
Equestrian
It has been almost four months since I received a phone call to stop my day-job farm visits, and the start of lockdown rules which initially stopped me from riding. When the BHS advised riders to avoid riding in order to reduce pressure (caused by accidents etc) on the NHS, I immediately stowed away my saddle and offered Woody some time off. I'm incredibly clumsy (I have a scar in my eyebrow from walking into a gate), and with Woody not even being four years old at the time, continuing to ride seemed very foolish.
At the end of November, a new ex racehorse came into my life. Woody is a four year old (technically still three) 15.2hh bay gelding, and he is lovely.
I haven't posted anything on here for a while- partly because I've been trying to pitch ideas to paid platforms, partly because time seems to become tighter with every passing week, but mostly because I haven't been hunting this season.
You can do anything aside that you can do astride, with the exception of jousting (or so I am told). For generations of women riding side saddle in the hunting field gave them their sole opportunity to be equal to men
Around three hundred years ago three stallions made their way from the sun- baked Middle East to the grey shores of Britain. Known by the names of their owners, they were the Darley Arabian, the Godolphin Arabian, and the Byerley Turk. Today every single thoroughbred alive can be traced in direct male descent to one of these stallions. You may be able to marry a place in Burke's Peerage, but the Weatherby's stud book is closed.
Tonight across the country hunting mothers will hold their children a little closer. In every pack someone will remember another rider lost to the chase. Those who are still hunting will take an extra swig of port before a big jump and reassure themselves today is not my day.
The animal rights movement needs to take a step back, look at the real issues facing livestock globally, and work with farmers to ensure that everyone benefits. And ultimately, they have got to stop spreading lies.
PR
In 2019 I was asked to complete some PR work for The Pumpkin Pantry, a pick your own pumpkin patch in Ceredigion. As a result of my press release and comms work they were featured in the local and national press
Everything Else
For lunch today I ate two potato waffles, broken apart with my fingers (my front teeth are sensitive to heat, the occasion did not warrant cutlery), and dipped into a squirt of Heinz barbecue sauce. My boyfriend had waffles too, as a main course after a starter of cheese on toast. His condiment of choice was Heinz tomato ketchup, and he ate his lengthways.
Armed with a yellow fever certificate reminiscent of dog vaccination card, under strict instructions not to play with any pets, and armed with a suitcase of books and several bikinis, I made my way to Nairobi.
Girl, it’s a privilege to live in an age where a woman can buy a house off her own salary, and not be left homeless when The Man With The Cash decides his trouser snake would rather dance to a new sheet of music.
I can confirm that at the age of sixty, Rupert Campbell- Black is still the handsomest man in England. And in Wales. And everywhere. Even if he is a bit of a prat.Nobody reads Jilly for its great literary credentials, but be assured, R C-B is now a Shakespeare lover. No more will Helen call him and Billy (oh sorry Jilly killed him) a philistine.
Tonight across the country hunting mothers will hold their children a little closer. In every pack someone will remember another rider lost to the chase. Those who are still hunting will take an extra swig of port before a big jump and reassure themselves today is not my day.
Co-authored a feature on regenerative agriculture for The Furrow magazine.