A tough time . . . . comes to all hosts

 A better summer than last year, but the ill health that even wwoof hosts can't always avoid has slowed things up far too much.  As ever, wwoofers have been wonderful; reliable and hard-working and cheering.  Thank you all!

There have been other set-backs.  Our excellent local abattoir has ceased killing anything but cattle, so I have, at present, nowhere reliable to take my lambs from which I can be sure I will get my own back.  That's worrying.

Lack of energy has led to severe paperwork back-logs.  It's difficult to set to with a bit of paper at the best of times.

But the new hens have been very supportive; they chatter underfoot in the kitchen, and when no scraps are forthcoming, they settle down under the kitchen table and doze off until life gets more interesting again.

Four horses from the local rescue centre have been recuperating on my super grass.  I am angling to get my draught-horse from there; need to wait till a suitable one turns up; maybe little Storm and Cane (Kane?) on the left here.  They're small enough to be manageable by a complete novice like me!








And I now have super new compost bins (wwoofer-built), the original ones having fallen to bits.  Here's the late-summer's harvest of fertility.  There are two more bins to come, for the autumn and early spring collections.  My light steep soil needs constant boosting so I'm confident that this time, next year really will be better.