Sunday, 25 September 2016

Smurfs live here

At Blacktail Lodge, things are still moving along...

Insulation for the space station...

...which then gets boarded in.
Water tank and rats' nest of piping.

Blue walls?  No, we've not turned it into a Smurf house...it's sand-impregnated gluey paint that goes on the walls (arms, face, hair) before the plaster.

Thursday, 25 August 2016

Mules in the mist



After a few hot days, a cool autumnal morning surprised us, and was a reminder that summer doesn't hold all of the aces when it comes to the best weather...our girls grazed contentedly in the mist, yet it was still warm enough to be in a T-shirt (us not them...which now has me wondering what caption or logo would be on the front...mind wandering again).  In the far field the calves were lounging on the hillside, from time to time stretching out all four legs and risking a backwards roll down into the combe.

The rams came back from the orchard for a pedicure, and from the smell of them, they are getting ready for tupping.  This year we kept three of the ram lambs as "teasers" - not pure-bred, they've each had a vasectomy and will be put in with the ewe lambs before someone else arrives to do the necessary.  Apparently, this gets the women-folk ready for action...who knew?

Meanwhile, we now have a slate roof, solar panels, windows, doors and installed under-floor heating...another step closer to completion, but it will still be a while yet.


Front door and wee chimney (small, not something you wee into...)

The outside-inside to-be-decked area.

My desk will go here.

Not being on-site, the garden has done its own thing for most of the summer.  A scattering of marigold seeds from Crangs House in spring has given us a nice splash of colour. 


Without the grazers, the wildflowers have come up and made the mud-pit their home.  The challenge will be keeping the grass down so that they can stay.


All species welcome, excepting thistles, docks and stinging nettles that would spread into the fields and upset the stock.  Ignominious deracination for them.


The plan is to encourage as much wildlife as possible, and even without doing anything yet, we have rabbits (grrr!), stoats, two partridges that were living in the doorless house, swallows roosting in the rafters (and crapping on the screed), lizards on the rockery, yellowhammers on the fenceposts, and various bumblebees, bees and butterflies that I will one day identify when the books come out of storage.

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Cody 2 Dyson 0

Like a lion on the Serengeti, Cody brings down another Dyson (although come to think of it, I don't remember ever hearing David Attenborough talk us through a lion disemboweling a vacuum cleaner, but perhaps I missed that episode).




Tuesday, 9 August 2016

You may well look away in shame...



...the dung heap is not the most appropriate place to go ratting, Flossie!

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

The Weaning Blues


Where's ma mumma gone? (do dum do dum do dum)

I'll holler all night long (do dum do dum do dum)

I'm keepin you awake (do dum do dum do dum)

For ma mumma you did take (do dum do dum do dum)


[Repeat, ad nauseam, all bloody night, taking it in turns - first the calves, then Brian's lambs across the valley, now ours]

Friday, 15 July 2016

On goes the roof

More updates from Blacktail Lodge...

The roof is now boarded in, and Mark the Builder is battening ready for slates:



The front porch ended up being far far bigger than we imagined:



Ian and Sonny in the living room/kitchen (I think Ian is standing in the sink):



Looking back across the living room to the front door, a bedroom, and the storage hatch in the roof:



The view from the living room windows (hopefully someone will move that van):



And for Auntie Ann, Ruth's rose is thriving after it's transplant from the cottages: