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HIGH WINDS
The first thing I do every day – even before I sit down to write to you, my friends – is I check the weather. As kids, when the radio man read the weather forecast woe betide anyone who spoke or rattled pots or slammed the door. There was a hushed almost religious silence for the…
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CROOKED BOTTOM
I had a chicken catcher visit yesterday. A young man who spent a couple of hours sneaking up on the runaway chickens catching them and returning them to the chicken coop. So to date there is only one (or maybe two) still wandering about with no home.
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ONWARD
I had the most refreshing and invigorating discussion with the man who sells my pork. He is on a mission to feed good people good food and get good farmers a paycheck.
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SIMPLY MESSING
“Nice? It’s the only thing,” said the Water Rat solemnly as he leant forward for his stroke. “Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolute nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,” he went on dreamily: “messing—about—in—boats; messing about in boats — or with boats. In or out of ’em, it doesn’t matter…”…
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