WWOOF Blog

Foals followed me, a bag of feed over my shoulder, through the dewy pasture. A hunk of thick, black soil in a potato field yielded to my spade as I turned it. My headlamp lit the way down the long

Martin and Marie came WWOOFing in Ireland ten years ago. The fell in love with the wonderful scenery and the warm welcome they received everywhere they stayed. Over the years they have returned, including a study time for Marie in