Other than our new borns the farm ticks on. Last week was a lovely week with lots happening. On Thursday we had the local school kids up to have a tour around the farm. They collected some mud so they could draw with it back at school and I'm dying to know how they got on! They certainly seemed to like collecting it although I can't help but think the teacher is a little nuts to let a whole load of primary school children loose with loads of mud in a confined space! Later on the same day, a friend of mine from Bristol who works with disadvantaged young people came to visit with a lovely guy she was working with. We walked around the farm and I showed them the pigs and after they left I got a lovely text from my friend saying how much this guy had enjoyed it. It turned out it was his birthday and was feeling down about things and the farm really cheered him up. It was great to know that the farm helped and lovely to meet him. If I'd known I would have baked a cake! It did make me think though, how much of life is pure luck. I was talking to someone and made the comment of 'there but for the grace of God go I'. The person retorted that I work bloody hard to be where I am, and yes, I do but that was because of the family I was born into, the values they taught me and the education they gave me. Born into a different family, my life might easily have been completely different - either way up or down the social scale... see. Pure luck.
The rain continues to lash down and the fields are really boggy. This is starting to cause a problem for the pigs. We still have Walter with us and I'm getting to the stage where we need him to go. I want to move the girls to drier land but it will be so much harder with Walter in tow. There was a chance that we were going to keep hold of Walter as his owner has been turfed off her land so needs to downscale, but unfortunately, after much deliberation, we've decided to not take him. Expanding the pork side of the business, whilst being a good idea at some point, is not for now. There are so many other areas of the farm we have to get right first before we start expanding. I think they call it a period of consolidation that we find ourselves in at present! If anyone would like a beautiful, good natured boar, he's looking for a good home!
As far as living goes, life get's tougher the wetter and colder it gets. Sometimes it feels like nothing works in this house. All of the outside doors have swollen with the rain to the point that they are getting impossible to open and close, the roof leaks, there are damp patches springing up all over the place and all outdoor paths are slowly getting mud bound which makes life very slippy. Even constantly taking our welly boots on and off all the time is quite pain staking. Just popping out to get logs or coal or even to the deep freeze requires putting on wellies which when you happen to have an armful of things (logs, coal, food) gets annoyingly tricky. (On a completely separate note and with my wildly childish sense of humour, I've just had a convulsive fit of giggles as I almost missed a spelling mistake which required me putting on willies instead of wellies..... I really hope I never grow up!)
Anyway.. that's all for now folks. Another chick has hatched as I've typed this; the rain continues to pound down but it's Friday; it's ten past five and I'm going to feed the animals and drink beer... in that order!