What a glorious week it has been here in the West Country, lots of lovely autumn sunshine. I just love the late sunshine which elongates summer and puts off the idea of winter just a little bit longer. The blackberries are still ripening on the ever growing brambles in the hedges, we really will have to get the hedges cut soon, but I can’t bear to waste the fruit. The cider apples on the trees in the orchard next door (which my parents planted) are bountiful and look so inviting to bite into but you only do that once! We spent a lovely afternoon last weekend gently pottering in the field and keeping an eye on the work that had been done on the barn, the sun was shining and we so enjoyed a little bit of down time.
I’m trying hard to keep last Sunday’s pleasure in mind as yesterday’s visit to the barn was not such a pleasure. We arrived to find that a local farmer’s contractor had been and cut the hedges on the road border of the barn field, and that they are waaayyyy lower than I would have liked them. I didn’t know they were going to be done, and had been intending to call the farmer to explain that we didn’t want the top of the hedges touched this year. I am really disappointed, I know they’ll grow again, but the height of the hedges were just beginning to help the site feel a little less exposed
We then encountered the grumpy, belligerent brick layer who was frankly rude to us and then spent 40 minutes sitting in his van with the engine running while using his phone. Added to this was finding the area around the barn yet again strewn with litter, empty food packets and plastic bottles alongside cigarette ends and packs. Having asked the project manager several times to deal with this we were furious to find it in this state again.
Mike had spent quite some time this week working on our DR Mower (apparently not pronounced doctor mower although that’s how we like to think of her!). This machine is a kind of mower/strimmer hybrid and is just brilliant at dealing with nettles, thistles and brambles, but she has been increasingly temperamental of late. She was however up and running in the garage at home, but on arrival at the barn decided that she could not function with her current air filter. Not daring to run without an air filter in the machine we abandoned all plans of getting anything done and left feeling grumpy and frustrated.
Still, it’s almost three years now since we bought the barn, and the vast majority of that time has been spent happily anticipating this process. Just a few more weeks now until we should be able to move in and start reaping the benefits of our patience and perseverance.