A Word from Westyard

It has been a notable end to the month at Westyard Farm.  In fact, right in the last week I think I experienced my most exciting day, ever.  Actually, it was both satisfying and highly disappointing at the same time.  I was out walking the fields and checking the sheep.  Yes, SHEEP - but I'll come back to that detail later.  I heard in the not too distant distance, a sound I've been waiting for - and banging on about - for as long as I think we've lived here.  Then I saw a flashing whirling warning light and knew instantly.  THE HEDGEMAN COMETH..... I greeted the beast of a tractor at the top of the drive with a deep bow, and my hedgetrimmer man told me that he'd not forgotten about me, he'd just had some problems.  He said there was another tractor behind him by a few minutes and that they'd get it all done in a day.  I ran back into the farmhouse kitchen jumping up and down on the spot shouting:- 'the hedgeman's here...the hedge...

Duck Island

A muddy walk We recently had a weekend of failures. Very satisfying failures.  Air punchingly deserved.  And boy, did we learn a lot from our failures.  We put our farmhouse to the test with 11 of us here.  Six adults, five children and an extra dog.  We wined, dined and had great fun.  The kids squelched in the mud. The boot room was utter muddy chaos - as it should have been!  These are friends we've known for ever seemingly.  Well before small people arrived on our horizons.  It was lovely.  The kids all interacted well.  The big boys got stuck in and had fun.  We had a tree surgeon here on the Saturday morning who got our tractor stuck in the mud - even his trusty vehicle wouldn't pull it out so off went the Ologist round to our neighbour, cap in hand, and promptly an enormous blue shiny tractor arrived that made our tractor look like a Tonka toy!  It did the job and both tractors chewed up our lawn ...