Farm Orientation
July 11, 2011
Sunday Morning
It’s dark and the sound of light snoring drifts through the old stone house. Every now and then a sleeping bag rustles as a body shifts. The rain has eased but the wind is up and the percussion on the tin roof continues. I guess its about 5 o’clock and get up and go for a walk. It’s a fresh breeze blowing out of the north east for which I am thankful – from the south and it would be a much cooler story. Rod has set up some LED lights in the outhouses so my visit there is less an adventure in the dark than some in the past.
On the Road Again
July 10, 2011
Saturday Evening
The thrumming flames wrest heat from damp wood and start to get serious about radiating. Bedding lies scattered around the floor in front of it, owners all in the kitchen area taking note of the brief on arrival which went something like “If Bruce is happy, you are all happy”. And the quickest way to ensure Bruce is happy is to pull your finger out, which in this case is best understood to be “don’t stand around watching us unpack”. So there is a happy chatter coming from the kitchen as food is sorted and placed in appropriate storage for the week. Rain has set in and tats away on the tin roof, rain which had made the inbound track slick and slightly interesting to slide around on as we came in from the highway. The kitchen has been sorted and everyone has drifted in and are standing around talking nonsense. The girls are all in pajamas already, much to the perplexed boys who probably wonder what PJs actually are.
