Well, if I thought the previous week was busy I was in for a shock last week. I edited the same amount of reports in five days as I did in the previous three weeks collectively. I limped over the finish line last Friday evening, absolutely shattered. Holidays are over, kids are back at school and those lazy hazy days of summer are over. Everyone who had end of month targets woke up last week and realised they were not going to achieve them. Cue mass panic and last minute submissions, of which I was positioned downwind of and had to deal with. 

Anyway, it's done now. Month over. Breathe.

Despite being knackered and wanting to crawl back under the duvet, I presented at the gates of East of England Showground at 9am on Saturday morning for the second Festival of Antiques of the year. Martin and I have been looking forward to this since our first visit back in March. It's a massive antiques fair, the biggest in Europe, and heaving with every kind of vintage item in every genre. For a £5 entrance fee on Saturday it's a bargain day out, especially if you take your own food. 

So, what did we find? I think I was very restrained. Two vintage stone 'tonic' pots, a leather cuff box (to add to the two collar boxes I have) and the butler tray in the first picture. 


I do like a good food or health-related jar and, in this case, the Virol bone marrow and Numol body builder jars. Originally made by The Bovril Company in the early 1900s, Virol contained bone marrow, whole eggs with the shells, malt extract and lemon syrup, and was recommended for children and invalids. Numol contained lecithin, malted carbohydrates, proteins and phosphites, even more powerful than cod liver oil according to this old ad in the BMJ!

Anyway, we crawled back out of the gates at 4pm after covering everything inside and out but the main arena, which is full of the super expensive antiques anyway and we don't tend to bother looking at. Although it went on until 5pm we couldn't have carried on any longer, we were punch drunk, and only just narrowly avoided tripping over the red Bargain Hunt team and Eric Knowles doing a feature on Toby jugs on our way out. They'd positioned him on a picnic bench in front of the marquee tents - in the full blazing sun. Poor Mr Knowles looked quite sunburnt. I've told my parents to keep an eye out for the Bargain Hunt project in about 18 weeks and tell me if they've photoshopped out his red forehead!

By the way, Blogger is being a bit buggy at the moment. First, I have my comments set up so I get an email to tell me when one is pending moderation but for some reason it is a very hit and miss affair. I've only just seen there is a comment waiting for me that was left the same day I did my last post and yet nothing has arrived in my inbox to tell me it was there.

Second, Brisbane Susan is having an issue viewing comments, which I haven't come across before. I can see comments using both Mac and Windows on all my devices and so can DH so I've no idea why Sue can't. Has anyone come across that problem before and know how to solve it?



It's been a beautiful quiet weekend so far. So far there's been pancakes for breakfast, homemade soup for lunch and dinner, and lots of lots of reading and dvd watching.

I'm really starting to enjoy the weekends far more than I ever used to. Just a few months ago, weekends were just two days I had to spend tidying, cleaning and preparing for the next week. Two days up early as normal and filled with knocking tasks off a to-do list, not to mention a touch of resentment. 

I have had a bit of a change of heart lately though. I seem to have entered a kind of relaxed state, which I think has been leftover from the summer when it was too hot to do much of anything. I had to work through tasks quite slowly and thoughtfully to avoid getting exhausted, making decisions on which ones were urgent and which were not and could be abandoned. 

Rather than springing up and cracking on with tasks, I now make a point of 'camping out' in bed with tea and breakfast on the weekend mornings, reading mostly blogs and financial articles, but sometimes a few chapters of whatever book I have on the go. Both Saturday and Sunday afternoons I might complete specific task, such as lawn-mowing or preserving, or go out to town to have a mooch around the charity shops and pick up some yellow sticker bargains from the supermarket on the way home. 

This weekend I didn't want to go anywhere. I've had a horribly busy week at work this week, including two days in the office staying over in a local hotel, and was sorely in need of rest. I needed to thoroughly recharge my batteries. 



So, I finally started Simon Schama's A History of Britain DVD series that I was given for Christmas. I haven't wanted to watch the series until I had the time to read the accompanying three books, and finally I decided I would start this weekend. I'm only watching the first two DVDs - 3000BC up to about 1600AD - so it lines up with the timeline of Volume 1 of the book when I read it - and it is very enjoyable.

I'd forgotten how savage, scheming and bloodthirsty we all used to be!

Cleaning up the fleeces from the two Whitefaced Woodland sheep has been an interesting experience. Who knew those two were so filthy!!


Even though I soaked both fleeces overnight in cold water both of them were heavily stained with sweat and minerals from the dirt. Still, by the time the wool is carded and spun it won't notice. 


However, what will notice is the terrible level of debris on the second fleece. Despite 90 minutes of skirting (picking out the big stuff) prior to soaking, and then a further two hours picking during cleaning, it is still heavy with debris. Processing this myself means I'm going to have to sit for a few evenings picking more of this out because while carding can remove a lot, it won't remove all of this. It could end up knitted in to whatever I make. 

Because of this, I've thought long and hard about what to do with the fleeces. I've had to admit that while I like giving things a go, the cost and time involved in carding kilos of fleece and then spinning it is too great. I already have too many hobbies that I struggle to find the time for so it is not realistic for me to try and fit more in, and i don't want to shove the clean fleece in a bag and leave them in a cupboard. Whitefaced Woodland sheep are rare breed and I want to use the wool.

So, I have contacted a small mill on the Scottish boarders who have offered to card and spin the clean fleece for me into 100g skeins of wool. It won't be cheap but these guys specialise in small batches and rare breed wool. Although they are booking fleeces in for September 2019, they've offered to try and fit me in sometime in January. 

I'm a bit torn - on the one hand I want to get it sorted so I can do something with it, on the other it's straight after Christmas and Martin and I are about to book a break away in January. 

Some serious penny-pinching and money-saving will have to happen between now and then to pay for all of this.

Just what I'm good at!


When I took our first lot of sheep to slaughter, I was unsure if I wanted to keep sheep again. I hadn't been very happy with the experience of keeping them - they were too boisterous, I kept getting bruised on their horns and the cats and chickens suffered, as did our bank balance. But, of course, in time those memories faded and inexplicably there was a gap in my life. And that's when I found myself in a field on a sunny Sunday afternoon loading three six month old wethers into a trailer.

So, say hello to our three male Welsh Mountain Badger-Face Torwens!

One of them has only been separated from his mother in the last couple of days so was doing a lot of shouting when we got there. Once transported here and the trailer door was down, he shot off with the other two and has been chewing lush grass solidly ever since without so much as a squeak.

My only concern is those long-tails - they are making me nervous, or more to the point, what lurks beneath them is making me nervous. We tried to look, with a view to giving them a clip and a wash if they were a bit mucky, but there was a mass break out of the pen in panic so we've shelved that idea for now.

A couple of weeks of bucket treats should get them used to us and make the process easier!

It's been a pretty big week. We had a new boiler fitted outside the house. The previous boiler was sited inside the utility room and while legal when installed 23-odd years ago, in 2018 it broke just about every regulation there is. 

Now instead of something that is only 73% efficient we have something 98% efficient. That should make our oil go a bit further. It looks a bit unsightly,but I'm going to put a freestanding fence panel in front of it next year to hide it and then grow some climbing beans. 

It was a big job. Part of the oil line still sits in the house, as the previous owner ran the oil line from the utility room underground to the paddock and then later built a porch over the top. None of us fancied exploratory digs on the drive or taking up the floor of the porch to find it so the line was looped out through the main wall. Then we had all the radiators flushed, which took an entire day, new controls and thermostats fitted, a magna-filter (to collect the iron filings from inside the radiators so they don't block the new pump fitted in January), new valves from the pump,and a special soakaway built for the boiler condensate as it is acidic and could damage the septic tank ecosystem if discharged into there. It took two men three full days and one of them is coming back on Monday to sort out one remaining niggle over a reduced flow from the bath hot tap. 


We didn't have any heating during the week, although we did have the immersion heater for hot water, and that was fine until Thursday night. We caved that night and had the first open fire of the autumn as the temperature dropped to 7 degrees. 

So, it's done. At last.

I've been following the Brexit stockpiling story with some interest. You know me, I've always been a bit of a prepper, mostly for personal reasons which I talk about here and here



Brexit could result in higher food costs and perhaps delays to food deliveries if lorries get held up at ports (although supermarkets switching to a 4 or 5 day just-in-time system would help). While I won't be able to prevent higher food prices affecting us in the long term, I can delay the process a little and smooth the transition by making sure my stockpile is in good shape. It will also come in useful in case we get snowed in again this winter as we did earlier this year. 

So this week I did a quick rekkie of the stockpile and started the process of filling some gaps. I had stuff squeezed in everywhere so spent some time arranging things a bit better. Really it needs to come out of there though so only the currently used packets are in the circulation but that is a project for another year.

Yesterday I picked 14lbs of plums from our small Victoria plum tree and a kind farmer added another 3lbs to that. The simultaneous arrival of multiple packs of butter in the fridge signals that crumble season has begun, so this evening while dinner cooked I made six crumbles, most for the freezer. Tomorrow I'll split the remaining plums, freezing half and making the other half into jam.

I'm trying to get into the swing of doing preserving of some kind every day. The fruits are ripening thick and fast, and Martin is frequently being given fruit gifts from people on his delivery, which I don't want to waste.

I've made three pots of jam from the last of the Mirabelle plums and damsons, along with one pot of blackberry and bay jam, although I couldn't really taste the bay strongly unfortunately. It may be because I used a fresh leaf - dried herbs have a more concentrated flavour.  I've put a couple of pounds of blackberries into the freezer for later but if I get any more fresh I shall certainly be having another go and doubling up on the quantity of fresh bay.

Shortly I'll have to get serious and really crack into preserving our cooking apples, probably splitting them between apple pie fillings, some kind of spiced apple jam to go with pork and ham, and freezing and dehydrating the raw fruit.
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