I look at the field – the ‘works’ end of it anyway, and I just see a long list of jobs to be done, and problems to be solved:
There is a lot of wood that needs shifting and cutting into firewood for the stove, obviously, and the remaining shed needs to be demolished and [...]
That’s how it feels here sometimes, even though we’re actually 70 miles from the coast to both the east and the west. But the path through our field is a bit like a cliff path in places, and the traffic on the bypass in the valley tends to roar in a bit of a sealike [...]
… or otherwise squeamish.
In fact, if you’d rather not think about anything to do with toilets, do yourself a favour and pass this one by.
If you’re quite sure you want to stick around, I’ll tell you that I’ve been reading about sewage systems and composting loos, in an attempt to work [...]
Some days, it’s actually very difficult to go out there and work, when it’s cold, windy, wet, and staying in the kitchen by a roaring fire is so much more tempting. Today was one of those days.
“Just one barrow,” I say to myself, on such occasions.
One barrow of wood from the demolished shed:
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We’ve been plodding along, slowly shifting the pieces of collapsed shed and working on the vegetable beds – clearing them and emptying the compost bins onto them in time for spring. The latest grass seed around the willow tree isn’t sprouting – I think we might have sown that lot just too late in the [...]
