I’ve been steadily researching. In fact, since the last time I posted about it, I’ve completed seven WWI lives for the local archives. I’ve just started a new one and am already off to a good start. He’s a man called Reg Davis, the nephew of a Mrs Finch. That’s all I have to go… Continue reading WWI Lives and a Wiltshire Muddle
The weather lately has been atrocious and most of the time, even when I’ve had the get up and go to do it, I’ve not been able to do much. Thankfully the rain has lessened of late and I’ve managed to get my onion sets in and, with Ben’s help, the spuds are in the… Continue reading Catching Up.
It’s been a while, but I’m still alive and kicking. I’ve avoided blogging, and other social media, for a while owing to going through a divorce. I started this blog as a positive thing and didn’t want it to become a platform just for me to vent and rant, both of which I’ve felt the… Continue reading I’m Back!
It’s all been rained off again for a while. With the weather the way it is and the nights drawing in it’s a wonder I get anything down on the plot at all. That said, I’ve made a start on the winter digging and there’s still an awful lot of things cropping on the plot.… Continue reading Not Enough Time!
The spuds are finally out of the ground. It took me and Ben a good hour or so to lift the final few. For a 13 year old he can’t half dig and, once we were loaded up he pulled the trolley at least half way home. He made it look so easy I was… Continue reading Spuds, At Last.
The grand harvest has started, albeit with continual weather interruptions. I’ve got the sweetcorn in, around a 100 cobs altogether, but I’ve been taking them as required for a while too. The whole lot are now wrapped in foil and in the freezer. Half of the spuds are also out of the ground, the Roosters… Continue reading Harvest Time
Not much to report. It’s been raining again, so I’ve been in the tunnel mostly and stringing up the onions. There’s six strings of them in that picture, can you find them all? It’s got to that time of year where I’m waiting for a dry day or two to harvest the spuds. I’ve got… Continue reading Off My Trolley