I just had an unwelcome shock when I walked into the sitting room and immediately heard a loud rustling sound. Luckily, instead of panicking I surmised, correctly, that something had come down the chimney. But what? Never since I’ve lived here have I filled a whole dustpan with debris. Some of it was just pieces of cob, which I have to sweep up every week, especially after heavy rain. The rest was what I can only call matter, as I have no idea what it was. Something very long dead? Part of an old nest? I’ve no idea. After cleaning it up I went outside and it wasn’t even raining or snowing (yet). It was too dark to see if there was anything wrong with the chimney so I’ll have to wait until tomorrow for a better look. I just pray there’s no more fun tonight.
The water board chaps are tarring outside my house. There are two builders' vans in the drive. I can't possibly get my car out and even walking up to the shop meant negotiating about a dozen pieces of large machinery. Back at the ranch, all the doors are open, it's freezing cold and I stupidly didn't move the kettle somewhere I can use it. Never mind, it's brightened up and the sheep are sunbathing peacefully. And I have ( a new toy )
I seem to have spent the whole day chasing sheep. With my camera, that is. This morning, one of the workmen called out, 'Have you looked out of the window?' and I saw that the field the other side of my hedge had suddenly spawned a few grazing sheep and gambolling little lambs. Of course by the time I got downstairs they had silently vanished away and they spent the day mysteriously coming and going.( more sheep )
Why I am not posting much at the moment
Feb. 16th, 2009 05:29 pmWhen I left the house at eight o'clock this morning, my kitchen looked something like this.

When I returned at half past twelve, it looked like this ( photos )
When I returned at half past twelve, it looked like this ( photos )
Garden News
Jan. 10th, 2007 07:34 pmAt last the tree surgeons turned up today to give the garden its annual haircut. I usually book in August and get them Christmas Eve but this broke all records. Luckily they picked what seemed like the first dry, sunny day for weeks but oh! that wind! Anyway, we are now trim. I had to warn them to be careful of our wall. It seems that after all the wall is dangerous and might fall over. Not because it's old, not because the foundations were inadequate, nor because of the clay soil. The reason for its fragility, dear readers, is that when the blankety builders put up the new houses they dug away on that side of the wall, so reducing the foundations. Our builder wants to take it down and rebuild using lime mortar. We haven't had a quote but it's highly unlikely we can afford that and we'll probably have to have a horrid fence like everyone else (oh, what a giveaway). Ever since The Secret Garden became my favourite book as a child, my ideal has been a garden with a wall round it. Heigh ho.