Peter of Kerroc'h Farm

Well the above is a photo of Kerroc'h taken from up on top of the main hill looking down at the farmyard. We're high up here, on the shoulders of Brittany's 'Mountains'; about 200m above sea level.


So, who am I and what on earth is an Englishman doing in the middle of nowhere in rural Brittany?

First the main details. I'm Peter Barrett, a 27 year old living in the middle of rural Brittany, France, at Kerroc'h, a small 20 hectare (about 46 acre) farm.

I moved here about four years ago. Having, as yet, no dependants, I gave up the job I had in the rat-race of English life and decided that I'd have a go at small scale agriculture. A pipe dream that both myself and my parents (now retired) have had for some time. We pooled our resources and purchased a large portion of the hamlet of Kerroc'h, an ancient farm in very, very rural Brittany. As time has passed we have somehow managed to get hold of the entire village. Great, but you should see all the work it gives me.

I work full time on looking after our flock of sheep and rebuilding the buildings here. In the next few years I hope to be able to run a couple of holiday cottages in the buildings I've managed to finish. Before I came here I was an electronics bench engineer so I was in no way prepared for the work I do now, but with a few books, patience and a lot of mistakes, things are going well. I've learnt a bit about shepherding, roofing, construction, ploughing, cider making, plumbing, forestry and a heap of other things in the past few years and am happy to have done so. The air is pure, traffic congestion is non-existent, sound and light pollution as of yet don't exist here, crime is very low and everybody knows everybody else for miles around. What's more I work for myself, so if I want to stop the tractor for a few minutes to watch the buzzards, I can.

Here on the right wing of this picture is the main house, the one my parents have decided to live in. Relatively modern for the farm it can only be about a hundred years old. When we arrived here the facilities were as follows. One cold tap. One light bulb. That's it!

So having put in a rather dubious septic tank system by converting an old oildrum and installing ditches and pipework, installing wiring through most of the building and plumbing too, they now have a reasonable place to live. Sadly all this takes a while though. I'm the electrician, the plumber, the builder, the roofer, the farmer, the mechanic etc. etc. So everything gets done slowly, just as fast as I can keep up with it all.

I currently live in a house not in this picture. An old napoleonic cottage with oak beams and a huge granite fireplace. In the future I'll be using that as a holiday home. (Interested? Please contact me.) I hope to move into the house you can see at the back of the above picture. Its larger and when finished will be a lovely place to live, done in wood panelling, oak and stonework with at least most of the mod. cons. I'll get more photos up when I can.

I'm particularly proud of the slate roofing that you can see. Why? Because I did it. :) Took me ages and ages and I admit that I did make mistakes, but at least learnt from them, ripped back a bit and then did it again. The valley between the two roofs was the hardest part and took me a week or more of cutting each and every slate to form the open valley.

Sorry for the high grass in this picture, but with all the work I have on, gardening in the least of my worries. I hope to get the grounds in order next year once the barn is up.

Last summer I dismantled a large old industrial chicken unit. This summer I'm rebuilding it to serve as a barn for the old one had to be torn down due to its dangerous and unsteady condition. With my lack of building experience and surveying equipment its been quite fun. The setting out of the foundations must of been very much like setting up the pyramids. :) All done by line of sight, water levels and I must admit, a bit of help from that chap Pythagarus or however you spell his name. In a while I'll put up some photos of the constructions and perhaps the plans, which I produced with the help of good old TurboCad.















My horse has a special page all to himself to hold the pictures I've managed to get of him.

Oh yes, I'm at this very moment on the look out for some farming style graphics for this page .. watch this space.

An additional page had just been added to the web site. One of the goats fell down a cliff and had to be rescued ...


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