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Thoughts & poems from a smallholding in West Wales, locked down and unlocking.
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Fall falls early, barn camping and the inspection of feet.
And now it’s September. We have been seizing the day or making the most of a flurry of staycation activity.
Making hay, thunderclaps and uncertainty
It has been a period of incessant activity. Juliet’s birthday, Lammastide and another glorious full moon came and went. Barely
Losing things and finding Jane again
Jane Austen is a regular preoccupation. Though not a complete Janiac, quotes and phrases from her novels do pop into
Presence, absence and processing
Life is different, but the 'old normal' shows no sign of returning yet. A steady flow of visitors has been
Byebye tipi and feeding the sheep
Today the chaps have been taking down one of the tipi frames in the yard. We’re going to leave one
One year ago
A friend sent me a picture of the boys making hay a year ago. There was no pandemic, no furlough
Pizza, fleeces, bees and a tree
I mentioned gluten-free pizza. Finding the perfect flour for a gluten-free pizza dough has taken a long time. But the
Soundtracks and a guilty secret
Ennio Morricone, conductor, composer and trumpet-player, died yesterday. Amongst a long career of achievements he wrote the scores to over
Let them eat cake
So, the five-mile-limit will be dropped from Monday in Wales. Since this started I’ve only done one trip beyond this
A postman and two specialists
‘It’s worse than Christmas,’ said the postie. Several building/DIY related parcels arrived for the husband and a gift for me.