This weekend saw an old school friend of mine and her mum come to visit. Annabel (Jo’s mother) is a historian on old buildings and, although timber framed are her speciality, it was great to have her here as she gave us so many pointers on where to find stuff out about the history of this place and the village in general. It was lovely to see Jo too, although I am not totally sure she thinks we are sane. I guess I have become blind to a lot of things and if I am blatantly honest, housekeeping sort of goes out the window when you think if you dust the cobwebs away, another bit of plaster might come down. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s a complete hovel and I do hoover and dust most of the surfaces on a regular basis, but I can’t clean the windows properly for fear of the glass falling out, I can’t hoover or wash the floor tiles in the kitchen for fear of sucking or washing away the bits in between that hold the tiles in place (must be a more technical word for it but I’m a girl), and can’t, however hard I try, make the whole place seem more held together no matter how clean it is.
After Jo and Annabel left on Sunday, Olly and I set to pulling the brambles and ivy away from a section underneath the house. This is difficult to explain but I will do my best. Where the leit (waterway that goes under the house in a mill) goes under the house, there is no roof so essentially it’s a room within the house that has no doors or windows that you can only access by going the same way as the water. Fortunately for us the water is only ankle deep at its highest point so it’s not as treacherous as it sounds, however the brambles and ivy have grown in there over the years, clinging to the brick work on the house and clogging up the leit – it was time to remove it!! Apart from coming away looking like addictive self harmers with cuts all over our arms, it was a successful day. Got soaking wet of course, and suddenly really wished we had a bath but the little electric shower did it’s job and we felt satisfied that the best was made of a bad weather day.
Now that Spring is in full swing we have a name for the biggest field we have. Buttercup Field is full of, funnily enough, buttercups. I am slightly worried that the names we have for the fields are every so slightly twee!! We have Sunset Field, Buttercup Field, Lara’s Orchard…. I was hoping for more hip names like …… well, I don’t know, if I’d thought of them, I’d have named them. The point being I don’t want to end up with names like Sunset and Buttercup. Maybe I should look up the latin plant name for Buttercup or call Sunset, Dusk instead. But that seems a little pretentious and too contrived, I feel Park Mill should be purely a ‘what you see is what you get’ place. Anyway, photos below and suggestions on a postcard please….
Morgan in Buttercup Field