Its been a while since I posted anything here. I've been so busy, and it's been so long, I forgot my password and the security questions. So I couldn't get into it. Then, out of the blue, it all came rushing back.
So what have I been doing with my time?
I got the garden turned over and I've managed to plant twelve (yes, that's twelve) rows of early seed potatoes and these are now poking their heads out of the soil.
Terry came along with a rotovator and a cartload of "mature" cowmuck. And he helped me do the spreading and the planting.
And I've started decorating. I've been stripping walls, mainly. I'm now a very god customer of the local B&Q. I say local, but, actually, its nearly 30 miles away.
And its been beautiful weather. the days have been long and skies have been mainly blue and almost warm. The trees in the little gill with the waterfall suddenly turned green with leaves and the place is full of birdsong. And as I sit in my kitchen with the windows open with a warm breeze off the moor I can listen to curlews calling. Its all very atmospheric.
I'm not too keen on the night time, though, I have to admit. I don't like the back garden. I'm sure there was somebody out there the other night. I wondered about getting a dog. There's all kinds of noises - mainly animals. There was an owl somewhere close the night before last. He (or she) was hooting, and something sounded like a dog barking and scutterred off when I opened the back door. Terry said it was probably a deer. I didn;t know there were deer, and I didn't know they could bark. Seems unlikely to me.
Anyway, I lock and bolt all the doors and close the curtains. I don't even like to peek out, if truth be known.
Its probably just me being spooked.
For some reason, the old privvies and coalhouse make my hair stand on end. They're both small stone built sheds with stone slabs for roofs and they're both a bit decrepit. I may have them pulled down. Apparently there's a tale about the privy where a soldier from World War One came home on leave and wouldn't go back and thats where he hid when the police came for him. He was killed a bit later and never came home. Mrs Peart at the village shop told me all about it. She can go on a bit can Mrs Peart, but she's nice, though.
It's interesting, though, that even after all that time, the same family are living just two farms away and keeping sheep on the moor.
The other thing thats not so good is Ellie, Terry's wife. She's been very off-hand. I think she thinks me and Terry got a bit to close. So I gave Terry the hint and he doesn't come round so much now. I think Ellie may like a drink or two, if you catch my drift.
But the garden and the house are both coming on.
I must try to post stuff more often.
The picture isn't my house, incidentally - but it's not too far away.
