Monday, November 22, 2010

In which I risk boring my dear readers.....

Yes, we are still here - although arguably difficult to find this week - low cloud has shrouded the Long Mountain. We have been swathed in grey swirling dampness, shut in, remote and insular. Our world tightens to our field of vision. All sounds are muffled, dulled - but really all our senses are heightened; we taste this weather on our tongues, smell mud and muck and sniff; kick late autumn's dank leaves and 'burn' fingers on the freezing cold of gate or bucket.


At some point in the week there was a great moving of cattle - bringing them down off the fields and in for the winter.  Although only 6 or 7 are visible here, trust me there were many more. Now we only have sheep.

A precious stone?
The Glam Ass, mooching through the dingle, climbs the fence and wanders up the stream. He finds a stone unlike any other stone hereabouts. It is lying in the bed of the stream. It is a thing of beauty. Brought home and caressed it sits in the hand as if were tailor-made. It could chip and hammer. We both so want it to be a neolithic tool.


We will dream on.

From the hen-houses on wheels:

One egg today. One. Better than none I suppose.

I've just counted up - and to my surprise there are 27 potential layers. That many. Crikey! How did that happen? (Thank you SBS for bringing me another 3 refugees!)

Of that 27, nine are point-of-lay which to my mind partly explains the low egg count. Of the others, well some are moulting having laid well this spring/summer and the remainder? Probably just unproductive slackers.

Eeek! Have just remembered - am collecting 2 young Blue Marans tomorrow to add to the flock. That will make 29 pot. layers then....Best not to tell the GA - he sees expensive food going in one end and nothing edible coming out of the other and questions are asked about the sense in keeping old birds that don't lay. I know, I know, quite agree etc but I'm a soft touch and prepared to give them a good retirement.

The night they broke the bank at Monte Carlo Marton
Marton's Village Hall's most recent fund raiser was a Casino Night - for which we received most generous sponsorship from local businesses. One of those sponsors, the son of a local feed merchant, (that's Will Barnes of Inspector Gadjo Trio, son of Nigel Barnes of Powys Leys...) gave his latest CD - which at the end of the evening I bid for and won. (Try the link.) Sat and listened last evening as we sat in front of the wood burner with our 2 snoring dogs - a bit incongruous; the sort of jazz best suited to smoke filled rooms. Felt fairly chilled anyway. Metaphorically speaking.

Nest Saturday there is a craft fair. Never a dull moment eh?

7 comments:

Fennie said...

Not boring at all. Most ethereal. And one egg! They'll be churning them out as soon as the days begin to lengthen. The stone is fun. Looks magical as well as beautiful. Maybe a Neolithic discus. Or more likely a clothes pounder (it was found in the river) or a corn crusher, perhaps. Or maybe it was a firestone. Something to warm in the fire and take to bed afterwards to air the clothes. (Very civilised people the Neolithics - not Stone Age at all).

Frances said...

Enchanting, not at all boring. You take me so far away from my everyday, everyday. Thank you.

Those misty photos are gorgeous, and tell me a lot about that kindgom of yours.

The stone. Its a beautiful sculpture. And most likely fits very well in the hand. I like Fennie's suggestions about what it might be.

I would love to be able to have just one fresh egg for a breakfast one day in a fortnight. I can understand why you want to keep those hens around

And you got to hear beautiful music, too.

Boring? No indeed. xo

Pam said...

Nothing you ever post is boring. It always makes me want to come home because it is so English!
I hope the stone is an old relic too - is there any way you can find out? It looks very interesting.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Your corner of the world looks magical , at the moment .
Lovely stone . Perhaps it was used to make animal skins supple , after the hair had been scraped off . Perhaps it was the Neanderthal equivalent of worry beads .
A beautiful thing .

Wipso said...

Never a risk of boredom. You have a way of making everything interesting. I love to collect stones too but mine are usually more of the pebble size....in fact I always have a lucky one in my purse...possibly not a good idea to use this one of yours like that though :-)
Stay safe and warm in your foggy home.
A x

Twiglet said...

A very useful stone indeed! Would be lovely to think it has had a previous life. Pity your craft fair is same day as Montgomery - Annie and I will be too busy to come!

mollygolver said...

We used to put china eggs under the hens to encourage them to lay! Just think what you might get with that stone:0)