As promised, this is the story of how I sort of accidentally bought a tiny house on Trade Me, and how the Forbearing Husband and I moved from it Waipu to the farmlet. What, you’ve never accidentally bought a $23,000… Continue Reading
When Paul the-farmer-down-the-lane asked whether we could accommodate his 23 calves for a week we were happy to oblige. After the recent wet summer we have grass to spare, and calves make for adorable paddock ornaments don’t you think? Then,… Continue Reading
The fig post generated a bit of a fig-fueled frenzy of correspondence. Darling Mira sent me this photo taken last weekend. She was at the farmlet with her son and daughter-in-law who are visiting NZ from Belgrade. We all ate… Continue Reading
We had a bonfire.
Today was the day. First up a couple of hours of cutting, moving and chipping branches in preparation for Phil the Fencer to slug out the next wave of fencing. Then Deborah and I hit the pool. It wasn’t actually… Continue Reading
When a man who once lived in Nottingham visited The Seven Acre Wood. I wonder whether I could ever get good enough to use a bow from horseback. I think just riding around carrying one might be enough of a thrill to… Continue Reading
The Young Adventurer and DIY Guy were on the farmlet over the weekend. DIY Guy and the Forbearing Husband took turns wielding the the chainsaw out in the Seven Acre Wood. They were dropping trees, and chopping firewood for next winter. Meanwhile the Young… Continue Reading
While his dad and I were pulling apart and reworking the living room walls the Young Adventurer was doing his own share of planning and scheming. Here for your entertainment, and to record for posterity the workings of a 6 year old… Continue Reading