Well. It’s been ages since I wrote a post and I do feel bad about it, honestly I do. I’ve kept thinking about it and meaning to do it but somehow … you know how it is. Sometimes life just takes over and before you know where you are, despite all your good intentions, you simply fall behind with the things you really want to do. My intention with this post is to bring you up to date with what I’ve been doing over the summer – just an outline or I’d be here all day and you’d lose the will to live. Future posts can go into it all in much more detail. Here we go:
It’s been a funny old year, hasn’t it, at least weather wise? I don’t know what the hell’s going on but we had the most god-awful winter which went on forever, had no spring at all but skipped straight to summer and, no sooner had I started to think that was endless too, we then launched straight into full on autumn. One minute we’d got 30 degrees C, and the next I was getting out my scarves and gloves, while some bloody no-life-numpty started bleating on about Christmas and isn’t it great that it’s only 20 weeks away or some such bollocks. Well, no. Frankly, it isn’t and it’s way too soon to be thinking about that. And I’m getting sidetracked already! The prolonged dry spell, with no mains water on site, affected the broad beans particularly badly; growth was stunted, resulting in a poor crop. The new potatoes, likewise, were ‘all tops and no bottoms’ – the potatoes themselves were a reasonable size but there were too few of them. I had better luck with the runner beans until a recent high wind ripped them out of the ground, leaving a right old mess. The high points were the perpetual spinach – the plant that keeps on giving – the apples which are so much better than last year, and the plums which have been absolutely amazing; plentiful, juicy, sweet, and delicious.
I had to do something with all those plums, so we’ve got plum and cinnamon jam (sounds strange but delicious), and a plum and apple chutney which could well be Blow-Your-Bum-Off chutney, as I went a bit mad with the spices – we’ll see in about another four weeks’ time when it’s ready to eat. Runner beans, gooseberries, and raspberries are in the freezer, along with stewed apple in various guises.
Just over a month ago, I became the proud and slightly frightened owner of four rescue hens. Liberated from a commercial barn environment, these girls had never seen grass or daylight, looked rather scruffy, and were surprisingly (and rather alarmingly) feisty. After being quarantined for two weeks, they were released to be with my existing flock who didn’t stand a chance. Poor Hilda, Evadne, Ada, and Cissy were jumped on, pecked at and generally bullied into submission but this only lasted two days, after I threatened the new girls with the soup pot or being taken back where they’d come from. In a bizarre display of chicken-ness, they are now all happily sharing a coop – I hadn’t intended this, and had spent ages renovating the wooden chicken coop for the new girls. There’s gratitude for you!
Damn. My first poorly chicken, poor old Hilda had the remains of a soft-shelled egg poking out of her bottom, with a soft-shelled egg stuck behind that. Much TLC was required but she recovered really well and is now fine and dandy, and laying again. I’m happy to talk more about this in another post if you think it’s of interest and don’t mind me talking about chickens’ bums and poo.
Aha, now this is a definite positive! As of the 1st October, I became a part-timer. This is something I’d been considering for some time, talking to my (very supportive) boss, working out finances, worrying about the effect on my pension, blah blah blah. In the end, I decided to just do it. I had what turned out to be a relatively minor health scare earlier this year and, at the end of the day, it’s no use having a pension if I drop dead before I get to collect it. I need to be happy now, instead of putting it off and saying ‘Oh well, I’ll do such and such, and be happy when I retire’ – I could be dead next week so I’ll take the gamble that I’ll have something better than cold baked beans to live on when I retire. Tomorrow will be my first day off, and the first day of my new life. I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.
That’s sort of up to you! I’ve decided to let you choose what I write about next. Do you want to hear more about the allotment, the chickens or is there something else I’ve not covered which you think would be interesting or useful to read about? Please let me know – I love hearing from you!