It’s official, it’s winter. All my gang have been poorly with seasonal lurgies and it’s snowed! The morning we woke up to the snow there was lots of yelling and excitement. There wasn’t much but Nick managed to get out in the garden and throw a few snow balls before school and Winnie our greyhound ran her laps with extra gusto.
Last Sunday we hosted the 2015 Normandy Smallholders Christmas do. Now there’s a sentence I didn’t think I’d ever find myself saying!!!
For the last few weeks we’ve frequently asked each other, ‘how long ’til the smallholders do?’ As the day drew nearer the lists of things to do grew longer, why did we volunteer to do this we wondered….. Well, why not.
It’s a funny time.
Mood and motivation waning. Grey skies, a lack of daylight and the world feels dark and volatile.
Everything’s muddy – not just the footprints that constantly litter the floor. There’s so much that needs to be done, so much we want to do but it all feels like an effort. I can feel Mandy’s hands on my shoulders pushing me along……
After extended deliberation we’ve realised you can only make so many silk purses out of our pigs ears.
Here’s our latest video. We plan on making many more – you’ve been warned. The Seed to Greed project has only just begun…Yes, the sound is appalling and we are well aware we need a microphone but for that to work we’d need a camera you can actually plug one into!
How to make a chestnut roast…..
And of course, huge, enormous remerciements to our pal Mark, for his patience and assistance, without whom we probably would still have made it, but it’s not sure you guys would have had the lifetime ( or boredom threshold) needed to watch it! Thanks darlin’ x
’til next time,
Mandy & Hal x
So when you’ve done your business in the toilet, finished the washing up or had a shower you flush, pull the plug or turn off right? Well, not in this house. For the 6 months we’ve been living here I feel we’ve given our drains a life times worth of thought. We just weren’t flowing right and far too frequently not at all. I’ll spare you the details, we’ve come out the other end (!) and I still can’t express the joy of a shower where someone doesn’t yell, ‘get out, there’s water everywhere….’