Thursday, December 13, 2018

All Quiet on the Western Front

It's been a time of contemplation.

I have moved out of my lovely cob house and back up into the 'shack'. I guess I like change. Also, it's nice to have a break from that hill, and so lovely at the top! The views are captivating.

I intend to rent out the cob house but meanwhile I have two lovely German girls helping me finish the roof and weed the strawberry patch. The couch grass roots go on the roof. Permaulture in action. (Stacking functions)

R is in UK working and I feel tired of farming on my own, so I am letting ideas and opportunities rise up to the surface.

I bought myself a rigid heddle loom and am enjoying learning how to use it. I am making stuff using hand spun wool. It is very satisfying work.



The olive grove has been ploughed for pasture.

I love this curve of land.





All the fields have been ploughed and lots of cistus cut and burnt. The land looks very manicured for the moment, with the corduroy red-brown earth and the vivid green edges where the grass has grown after the baking heat of summer has dissipated. I sat on a fallen bough of a cork oak yesterday and listened in the stillness of the afternoon to acorns falling all around me.

A new year is just around the corner. Best wishes to all.

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