Thursday 8 November 2012

Sixteen sheep

I went to the field yesterday, haven't been for a while.  It was good to be there. It always is. There were 16 of Philip's sheep grazing, nonchalantly in the chilly wind.



Dramatic weather, light shafts and long shadows.



Main reason for going was to deliver a load of campfire wood and re-roof the wood shelter in built last year. The rather flimsy corrugated plastic I had used didn't survive last winters winds and this is the rfist chance i've had to do the mending!

















Happiness is a well stocked wood store.

Managed a quick inspection of our growing trees. The silver birch are the most vigorous. I reckon a couple of them are >12feet now. They love it there. Unlike the beech trees which seem to cower away in the plastic tubes, barely poking their leafy heads out.

Tuesday 26 June 2012

Dads and Lads III

The weather was unpromising, there was much debate about calling it off, but we went for it and had a great time. The rain held off until about midnight, so there was much fun with football, BBQ's, stick whittling, various versions of hide and seek, chinese lanterns, flaming torches, camp fire marshmallows and general male bonding. Best thing about the weekend?- "meat sausages!" Gill, aged 6.
A very wet night ended the event rather early for those with less high performance tents and most of the cars needed helping hands to get off the field on Sunday. Thankfully Joe Jackson's arm was not broken and Ollie's illness wasn't the start of a group outbreak....
Same again next year boys? YEAHHH!!!
the aftermath

Thursday 31 May 2012

Mowing paths through the meadow

Something beautifully simple about mowing a path through a grassy meadow. We haven't been at the field for a long time, a mothers day lunch was the only visit this year. But I finally had a day off, the sun was shining and the grass growing fast.

The trees have survived the winter, maybe lost one or two. The horse chestnuts seem particularly vulnerable. The fruit trees we put in last winter are looking great, blossoming and strong. Lets hope they produce.

Anya's scots pine

Theo's pine
Lucas's rowan

I spent a day in the winter painstakingly preparing ground to plant yellow rattle seeds. In an effort to encourage wild flowers, growing yellow rattle apparently denatures the soil. This discourages the grasses, enabling wild flowers to flourish. My patch of ground looked worrying grassy this week. I am hoping its early days.

Normally at this time of year we have had a dozen sheep grazing and keeping the spring grass growth under control. However Philip hadn't got round to it yet, not helped by our lack of communication with him, so the cow parsley has had a good month of wet and now warmth, without nibbling ewes.