off their trotters with horror

Ice now blankets the farm. I was moaning about the cold last week but the real cold is here now. I take all that other cold moaning back. I now long for it to rise back into the 20’s.

I move carefully about the farm in an undignified shuffle. Some areas are flat and smooth as glass – others are frozen into slippery lumpy pocked terrain waiting for any lack of attention to turn an ankle. It was windy yesterday too – smoothing out the ice even further.

I did not enjoy farming yesterday.

The little black pigs were out for a while and shocked and squealing to find themselves skidding down the ice packed driveway. Literally flying away. Out of control. Off their trotters. Their four legs sliding is all directions. Their bellies hitting the ground and rolling. Boo rushing to help and sliding right past them into the gate. The little pigs zoomed and crashed into each other like a game of curling without the brooms. Their eyes lit with fright before hitting a patch of snow and gaining traction before slowly and carefully picking their way back to the barn.


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I would be grateful for a ❤️ or a Share over on that platform. The algorithm feeds off clicks – a like or a comment will mean that more people will get to see my work over there. The newsletter is doing really well and narrating the books has become a wonderful addition to my stable of paid work. I love to read and I love to read out loud so I am grateful to you to get the word out.

Algorithms are fickle and hard to understand though often deeply disturbing.

We all have a love/hate relationship with algorithms. Though they even rule the news we read. Everything is skewed. The Kindle algorithm is the one that drives me craziest, its filter is awfully precise. I like to read all kinds of books but if I read even one about a magic bookshop, with an adopted book shop owner who did not know she was adopted, who has a cat and a stray dog as big as a donkey and her adopted mother lived through the war by selling trinkets outside the railway station and her hermit auntie that she never knew she had (who turns out to be her birth mother) leaves her a massive haunted mansion in the hills when she dies, and though they have not seen him for twenty years, her brother returns with a promise and a pair of white horses that he leaves in a stable loaned by her neighbor (who he later falls in love with) behind her bookshop, then he will mind the bookshop as she travels (with both horses and the dog) through the mist and rugged roads to the haunted house to discover – something!

If I read a book like that (though I think maybe I should write it) I am offered twenty more with the same characters and variations in landscape.

Kindle!

Wind in the Willows:

Narrating Willows is a bigger challenge than narrating Alice. I rehearse each chapter thoroughly before recording. It is a sumptuous little book. Fecund. Alive. The characters are quite distinct and the descriptions of the countryside are rich and colourful and innocently delightful.

The chapters are a little longer too. Long enough to get really involved in the story. The chapter I just read – Chapter Three – is in the winter. Which I thought was fitting. Mole and Ratty are lost in the Wild Wood. This chapter brings an animals life in the winter into focus beautifully.

Have a listen. Here is the page with all the chapters I have read so far. Three.

You will also find chapter three in with the newsletter. (With the Farmy walkabout. Plus a recipe!).

Good morning! Have a wonderful day.

Maybe these are the last few really cold days – I leave again in just under three weeks and it is hard to get the farm up to date when it is frozen down like this. We are in survival mode and little else.

Bother this weather. 😂

Celi

42 responses to “off their trotters with horror”

  1. Down here too! Very, very cold! 14* this morning! Though fortunately only 2 days of this cold and we’ll be back up again in the 40s, thank goodness! All are animals remain tucked in, as do we! I am reading a good book though, ‘Cutting for Stone’ by Abraham Verghese. I do recommend it. 🙂

  2. brutal here in michigan and of course my year old furnace is not working today, and they will be here this afternoon. I need your woodburing stove about now

  3. Loved your “would be” book predetermined by algorithms. You need to get started on that what with all your spare time! I’m trapped inside (for the most part, 2F on it’s way up to 12F and then down to -3F tonight) and just started reading The Source by James Michener. I’m on page 87 with about 1,000 pages yet to go—–not an exaggeration! 1,032 pages altogether! It’s not algorithmic to say the least but fascinating. About an archaeological “dig” in Israel in 1964—– we are down to 1380 B.C.E. so far with LOTS more to dig through.

  4. It looks freezing! Poor little pigs sliding around on the ice and Boo sleeping on bare boards, while the others lie on a cushion. I bet he volunteered too!

    I hate the way that websites try to predict what I want to buy or read – they are always wrong. Amazon is probably the worst and they own Kindle!

  5. I don’t like the judgment of apps or websites that reward or punish. I always try to hit like to acknowledge to the author that I was there, even when I don’t have a comment. I don’t like knowing that the authors who write amazing words are penalized.

  6. Most of the ice and snow here melted yesterday and the day before, but I’m not going out in that bitter cold for anything less than a real emergency, which id fortunately unlikely. It’d be lovely to be near that wood stove on a day like today, I’d probably be baking cookies or pumpkin bread or something like that. Stay warm.

  7. It is stupid cold here too. What with my heated gloves, scarf, jacket, etc. I’ve told my neighbors if they see a pillar of fire over here it’ll be all my lithium ion batteries going up in flames! I have to keep a strict charging schedule. I hear you on the kindle algorithms but what I really dislike is their description of books they offer. It’s usually all the awards they’ve gotten or may get, I wish they’d just tell me what the freakin’ book is about! That said I do like my kindle, with the arthritis in my hands and wrists not getting any better I find it much easier to hold a e reader rather than a book. I, too, am thoroughly appreciating my woodstove.

    • Kindles are easier for travel too – though I use my phone as a kindle. One day I will get a real kindle. I like those original little ones. It is the cold that is not helping our arthritis. I have one thumb that aches all the time and genuinely hurts when I write my lists by hand! (They are long lists!).

  8. That was so exciting and so well read! I can’t wait for the next one. congratulations, you’ve really got the voices so well. Thank you

  9. I can’t help but picture that event in my mind. I know the piggies were horrified. But, I would dearly have loved to see a video of that. I want a pet pig. When I say I do, hubby says bacon, bacon, bacon. And, he knows I won’t eat it.

  10. I can almost feel the burn of feet coming back to life when you come in from the cold. Do you keep a basket of socks near the stove to put on your cold feet when you come in, like I used to? That final sunset photo is the Toccata and Fugue to my synaesthesia brain, just lush and gorgeous. I have a very old Kindle (it actually has a keypad) which I keep permanently offline unless I’m actually downloading something. It does help prevent all the ‘helpful’ suggestions.

  11. I came across this post by default and was struck by how sensitively and descriptively the blog conveys the feeling of being in the midst of a ‘book’, in real time. The photographic images immerse the viewer in the ambience of the journey. Ice blankets, rolling and tumbling animals supporting each other, content to curl up together in the cosiest of environments, near the wood burner, removed from winter’s glaciers and darting, chilling winds.

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