Have just turned to October on my George Clooney calendar, I cannot believe how quickly this year is flying past. Farming makes you so aware of seasons; Harvest festival time already. We now have the barley field ploughed and Mike is drilling as I type. I love the huge harvest moon and even managed to get up at 3.00 am to see the lunar eclipse (then was overtired and grumpy next day!) but glad I did. Decided that as I would be old/not here for next one it was worth the effort. The rest of the family declined my wake up call …I would love to add ‘with thanks’ but that would be a lie!
I am thinking of getting a hot tub for the cottage when funds permit. Sharon (my right hand woman with aspirations to be a hotel inspector) and I will have to test it occasionally to ensure all is in working order. I have been told it is very desirable in a holiday let, what do you think?
Armstrong Equine had a terrible upset with Fable, Charlotte’s eventing horse, going lame. We were all so proud of her going to Gatcombe and a mention in Horse & Hound. Fable came here as a foal, it’s so sad.
My son Nye did a modification for an on-line game (hope he doesn’t read this as I don’t understand it at all!) but he had 750,000 people worldwide using it at its height. Just as I was planning to demolish the farmhouse and replace it with a castle (plus reminding him who gave him the gift of life (full emotional blackmail) he informed me that it was not paid.
A lovely family in the holiday cottage were in the middle of watching the rugby (England v Wales?) when the TV died. Considering the disappointment I was amazed at how understanding they were. I did a mercy dash to replace it, but alas too late, the game was over.
When I relayed this story to our ‘rugby mad’ apprentice he made a face as if I had run over his dog, equaled only by the face he made when I told him I fell asleep during a James Bond film.