snow goats
horses on a hill...

projects, mud and fitting in.

New project begins on the land soon. I love projects and work being done/doing the work on our land. It doesn't matter how much snow/rain/mud/curved balls this land throws at us, its our land and I love love love that.  Possibly I fall out with the land a bit when dealing with mud, (and the mini flood from the snow thaw really tested my Pollyanna attitude) but I do really enjoy  it. all of it.Even the overgrown brambles. Even the old metal junk half buried in the top of the woodland.  Even the, I don't like the mud, however much I try.
We have a list of 'you need to do that soon' advised projects, and a list of what we'd like to do projects, should keep us rather broke busy for about five years minimum.

I am thrilled when we get to the start of a new project. Even the ones you cant see - like drainage, or floor joists - it just feel so good to invest time love and effort into our real home. I appreciate I sound sickly cheesy. I apologise, but I am 'still' loving living here, and being here. I say 'still' because people keep asking me - still like owning land? still like Wales? As if I'd change my mind by now. I haven't. I am here to stay, you can bury me in the bottom field.  I also get a big kick out of before/during/after photos. And improving things, genuinely making life easier or nicer for ourselves. awesome. 

Could possibly be the most annoying person a tradesman has ever met tho,... I do make their tea often, but I also want to watch, help and know exactly whats happening why and where. Because I'd do it myself if I knew what the heck to do, or because the bit they are doing leads to the bits I can do.  Plus, often its the first time I have ever seen, up close whatever it is they are doing.
I did not know an awful lot of things til I got here. Not how a chimney sweep uses a drill, not how to build a French drain, not what a four string bale is, not the difference between sheep and horse hay, not how to cement rural stones {disclaimer -or any stone) You would now be bored/impressed with my knowledge of different types of rubble - yes rubble- and the best way to build a drive. Totally useful. Somewhere. 

Herein lies some confusion - 'back' in England, I was the weird country girl, who kept chickens, horses, dogs, baked cakes and was usually covered in straw or mud or both. 
Here I am still covered in straw and mud. But, whilst experienced at keeping horses/chickens/dogs/straw I am not experienced in how farmers do it. or locals do it, or how not to get the car stuck in mud. So I'm the city girl.  here. But not in the city.


I am just going to keep on, smiling politely at the 'sentimental city girl' comments here ( - some utterly well deserved) sort of laughing at the 'farm girl' comments from back in the city, and making my way until I get it right. ( Or own a tractor. I think that might swing it here ;))

At least still being covered in mud and straw means everyone recognises me, city or country folk!



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