There are two types of smallholding tasks, the usual maintenance stuff that keeps us ticking over and the more ambitious stuff that grows the holding and our skill base. Lately, there's been a lot of the former, unsurprisingly. Spring is on the way.

Most of the tasks we've been doing are maintenance - cleaning, hedging, painting, fencing, repotting, cutting the grass, pruning the bushes, and upgrading worn out fixtures and fittings. We're hobby smallholders, that is, we both have full-time jobs so can only smallhold in our spare time. We don't sell any produce, what we produce we eat ourselves. Time management has always been at the forefront of our mind so we deliberately do not take on too much. If we can't cope and it involves animals, they could suffer. And if we do find a way to cope we could suffer!


We have been extremely restrained since moving here and have never bitten off more than we could chew. Apart from purchasing two more chickens when we arrived, for the first few months we did very little - propagated some strawberries in preparation for raised beds, bought in some basics for keeping pigs and cut the grass. Martin didn't move up permanently until November 2016 so I didn't like to start without him and there really wasn't much I could do with winter approaching. It would begin the following spring. And, in all honesty, we were shattered. Moving house squeezed the pips out of us.

When we did finally start, we took it slow and tried to make it as easy as possible. Where possible we paid for help, intending to learn and then do it ourselves one day if cost-efficient to do so (the kind of help the sheep are offering below while I tried to recover the chicken pen was more of a hindrance! They are very sniffy, licky, chewy sheep).






I sometimes read articles in smallholding magazines about people who move to their dream smallholding with acres of land to look after and within a year are breeding pigs and sheep, have a big flock of chickens, a few horses, geese, goats, tractors and ATVs in addition to jobs and children and a small business and I think "How??? How are you managing to sleep at night? How are you making money? Where are you getting your energy from?"

Maybe I'm just a bit wary after years of rushing into stuff with enthusiasm, only to have the stuffing knocked out of me by chronic fatigue. I've learnt to start small and do things in small chunks. A little every day and things get done. But smallholding is so bloody seductive, especially the animals. It is so easy to rush in joyfully and scatter a ton of money and energy and end up getting spanked for your efforts. Animals that someone claims are healthy are not but you don't spot that on purchase because you don't know what to look for. That means expensive vet's bills. Or equipment you think you'll need but on later reflection you realise you could have got by without it or done it on a shoestring.

I've realised over the last few months there's a lot of peace of mind to be found in trialling options slowly and thoughtfully, and much to be said for thoroughly mastering the basics. Even if all you ever do are the basics, on a smallholding you can end up achieving an awful lot.

It's taken an age to get to this stage but finally here it is. My first wool! Processed, spun and into 100g double knitting balls. Two fleeces produced just a shade under 2kg of wool.

And it cost half of what it would have done had I not spent an age washing it and picking out the bits. All seems worthwhile now, although I protested a great deal at the time, as did my back.

The only question is, what do I knit with it? I'm on Ravelry and like a kid in a sweet shop. I just cannot decide.




Hugo is my money tree, also know as a jade plant (crassula ovata), and is around 20 years old. He has been living in the utility room since we moved in and fairly neglected, as can be seen from the shocking number of pendulous branches. He gets a water every now and then, sometimes a feed, but really he's been left to his own devices. Money trees do thrive on a bit of neglect.

It wasn't until I got Urban Jungle: Living and Styling with Plants by Igor Josifovic and Judith de Graff from the library I suddenly realised I had been horribly neglectful and needed to bring Hugo out where he could be admired. He lives in a funky copper pot that I found secondhand (I think, can't quite remember. I defo didn't buy it new) and I realised that couldn't be seen either.

So, today Hugo got a much needed haircut...the pile of trimmings was impressive.



I'm going to take a few to grow on for various windowsills around the house. Money plants root ridiculously easy so that's a nice easy way of getting more free plants. It's why you see thousands of them at car boot sales.

By the way, leading on from the Urban Jungle book is #urbanjungleblog on Instagram. Don't go on there unless you want to waste oodles of time gasping at beautiful houseplant arrangements and then fight multiple urges to spent lots of money on houseplants.

Case in point, within 48 hours of looking on Instagram I acquired a Mother-in-Law's Tongue (Sandsevieria) and a Devil's Ivy (Scindapsus).

Addictive. Very, very addictive. You have been warned ;)




Shiver, shiver, shiver. Quite a difference in the UK to the lovely weather I was enjoying just over a week ago in Australia!

Sorry it's taken so long to get back here to post. It's taken me that long to get past the jet-lag and not fall asleep every time I sat down. My brain couldn't put sentences together properly so any post I made would have been hopeless (more than usual anyway!

So, yes, we're back. It was wonderful. We spent time catching up with friends, snorkelled reefs, stroked kangaroos, cuddled koalas, fed big crocodiles with poles, went fishing, walked rainforests, rode steam trains, ate tons of seafood and ice-creams, and drank smoothies. Lots and lots of smoothies.





And we relaxed. It's been so long since I had a proper holiday I hadn't realised how anxious and stressed I actually was. Work and worry has been a part of my life for so long I had forgotten how to relax. I had lost that frame of reference and it took until the third week of the holiday for me to find it again.



The other good side effect is that all the long days of sun has topped up my vitamin D levels to such an extent I have come back raring to get going. I am champing at the bit. I want to plan and organise and tidy and just get things going! 

It's nearly Spring y'all. Woop woop!

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