The farm is coming to us.
Needless to say, we have exchanged, and the completion date is set a few weeks after. The stress is off, but the pressure is on for all that comes with wrapping up one life and starting afresh in a new one. We spent a week away with friends in a mountain resort in the French Alps, courtesy of my wonderful brother who lent us his chalet for the week. If one more person sings the immortal lines: "The hills are alive....." I might just deck them! While we were away a bunch of errant Long horned Highland cattle made their way into our garden, and up the long path to the back door of our cottage. Our neighbours managed to herd them back into the field and block their escape route. The 'farmer' had noticed some strange excrement in the garden and commented upon it, to which I replied it might be a badger.....a rather large one, was the reply. While we harvest broad beans, potatoes, courgettes, runner beans, spinach and other roots I can't help...