Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England.
Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it!
I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing.
On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell!
Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.
Field barns are usually quite small, they date from a time where it was too difficult to transport fodder back to the barn. It was kept in the field where it was cut and fed to the cattle during the winter ‘in situ’
Spud may wish he had been kidnapped, Tom is away on a residential course and as Tom and Spud have a ‘special relationship’ with tennis balls, Spud is at something of a loss. I took him up the hill this evening, the first time in ages I’d actually put a lead on him and gone walkies (one of the advantages of having a field at our disposal is that space to exercise Spud is literally on our doorstep) when I let him off the lead at the top of the hill, the only photo I could manage was in bum disappearing over horizon!! Spud on Sunday will be back, I promise.
I like the way the barn is in turn sheltered by the trees. I much prefer the dry stone wall to the new fence … so I’ll pretend I’m on the other side of the fence.
Nice to know that Spud can still head for the hills, I wish I could. My walking boots are gathering dust and I cannot see myself anywhere green and hilly until next year.
That fence is still quite an expensive one (in addition to being any eyesore). Rather a shame to see the stone wall redundant. For aesthetics it should be removed. Economics will prevent that, unless someone else has a use for the stone.
Almost tragic.
November 21, 2012 at 8:57 am
I wonder what it’s actually used for as it looks way too small for a barn! xx
November 21, 2012 at 9:29 pm
Field barns are usually quite small, they date from a time where it was too difficult to transport fodder back to the barn. It was kept in the field where it was cut and fed to the cattle during the winter ‘in situ’
November 21, 2012 at 4:14 pm
OK where is Spud? I have been patient but coming to work on Monday and not finding Spud to welcome me is getting hard to take. Has he been kidnapped?
November 21, 2012 at 9:26 pm
Spud may wish he had been kidnapped, Tom is away on a residential course and as Tom and Spud have a ‘special relationship’ with tennis balls, Spud is at something of a loss. I took him up the hill this evening, the first time in ages I’d actually put a lead on him and gone walkies (one of the advantages of having a field at our disposal is that space to exercise Spud is literally on our doorstep) when I let him off the lead at the top of the hill, the only photo I could manage was in bum disappearing over horizon!! Spud on Sunday will be back, I promise.
November 22, 2012 at 2:27 am
I like the way the barn is in turn sheltered by the trees. I much prefer the dry stone wall to the new fence … so I’ll pretend I’m on the other side of the fence.
November 22, 2012 at 6:05 pm
Nice to know that Spud can still head for the hills, I wish I could. My walking boots are gathering dust and I cannot see myself anywhere green and hilly until next year.
November 25, 2012 at 12:03 am
That fence is still quite an expensive one (in addition to being any eyesore). Rather a shame to see the stone wall redundant. For aesthetics it should be removed. Economics will prevent that, unless someone else has a use for the stone.
Almost tragic.
November 30, 2012 at 10:05 pm
A nice composition with that fence leading us to the barn and the beutiful tree to the left.