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September 20, 2012

You know what happens when I start telling the stories…

…it is like a little word sized window is left open at night and stories hop in, one after the other, while we are sleeping. Before you know it there is a litter of stories giggling on the floor just waiting to trip you up when you get out of bed. I grabbed this short…

September 19, 2012

Mail for miss c (and Hairy MacLairy). What a day!

The post mistress called. A box had arrived in the village with my name in it. She was sending it out with El Postino right away. I love having a local Post Office with someone running it who knows everyone -we must fight to keep it! Anyway, my new second hand camera body had arrived.…

September 18, 2012

Pigs Posing as Construction Crew

The Shush Sisters have been working hard at spreading the new soil around their front yard. What I do is – each day I sprinkle some corn about the earth and then they push the soil around as they hoover. After that they lie on the hills, which looks amusing but impossible to get a…

September 17, 2012

Oh dear

We had a good old fashioned farming day yesterday. Mama and Mia were shifted into the rat house paddock, separated from the lambs now for a good while. Mia has gone for company and Mama because that naughty Meadow is still stealing a drink every now and then and Mama needs to be in tip…

September 16, 2012

The boy, the Tree and the Fence

Summer feet smell different. Sturdier, rugged, a shiny honest dirt smell. At the start of summer we inch and pick our way in bare feet across the stones to the sand. By the late summer we stream barefoot across the carpark, through the beach weeds, over the gravel and through the hot sand to the…

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