During the 1970s Anne Drysdale achieved what most of us can only dream about, creating a world of her own on a dilapidated smallholding high on the North York Moors. Here she brought up three children in the company of a variety of eccentric livestock, walking the breadline like a tightrope and balancing with a series of books and one of Britain's longest-running newspaper columns. By the middle of the 1980s, however, things had begun to change. The children were growing up, hill farming was turning into a cut-throat industry and it seemed as though there was no longer a place for an idealistic New Age peasant. Anne Drysdale tells, in her own inimitable way, of how she dealt with the sort of change that rumbled inexorably through the idyll, unstoppable as a pig in a passage.