This week …
… has been a week of sunshine and showers for in April, sun is surely followed by rain. Attempts to weed the garden have proved futile as the ground is so sticky that a tiny weed brings up a great wodge of dirt that clings to the roots and is difficult to dislodge. The 1400 sapling Christmas trees that arrived today are going to be hard work to plant following the rainstorm last night.
… we jumped on a train and forged our way through the crowds of London commuters as we travelled south to Sussex to walk another section of the South Downs Way. Striding across a grassy ridge with the sea in the distance to the south and a patchwork of fields and scattered settlements to the north is a pretty perfect way to spend a couple of days, especially when the sun shines and at the end of the walk is a teashop stocked with rhubarb scones and clotted cream.
… I am waiting for my rhubarb to grow tall so that I can make rhubarb scones too.
… I’ve been charmed by the sheep and cattle we’ve encountered on our South Downs Way and am planning to knit something from southdown wool as a reminder of our walk.
… I deleted my Instagram and replaced it with a private account to share only with family and friends. Instagram has replaced blogging for many, but to me it remains a chocolate bar eaten on the move compared to the blog equivalent of a thoughtfully prepared meal around the table with friends and family. I’m not a teenager whose self-esteem needs bolstering by gaining large numbers of followers or “likes” by people with whom I have no connection and I’m rather bored with swiping through sponsored links and photos of flowers/cakes/half clothed children/hands clasping a mug of coffee or any flat lay photograph featuring the ubiquitous pair of scissors and cup of green tea, which seem to have taken over my feed from the previous eclectic mix of rusty items, loaves of bread and rural scenes. Maybe some of the people I followed have given up too. Our Slamseys account remains a “Behind the Scenes” glimpse of the activities that happen on the farm such as farming, printing and
making drinking fruit gins.