Real life again

Another gap in blogging. For all the ‘right reasons’ fortunately.

The April gap was because we were so busy with friends and family visiting and us having time off Rum. The May gap has been because we’ve been so busy catching up with all the stuff on the Croft that we didn’t get round to because of all the visitors and visiting!

Croft 3 In the Shed has been promisingly busy – selling lots and lots of jam and eggs, postcards and a heartening amount of new products like the paracord midges.

In a slightly unusual turn of events my small amount of sitting down indoors time has resulted in making something just for me. On our trip to Harris & Lewis last year I bought a few end of run balls of yarn from the Harris tweed store -the place where the material, garments and rugs are woven. Scarlett and I chose a few sort of complementary balls in various sizes and I’ve been toying with what to do with them ever since. I even made a scarf from one of the balls but it was too short so I unravelled it. But odd half hours here and there this week randomly picking up colours and changing directions and stitches as I went along until the yarn ran out this morning have created a super cosy scarf which I am delighted with and am even looking forward to the winter when I can snuggle my neck into it.

I’ve spent hours and hours in the walled garden. Weeded all the beds, planted out all the seedlings, watered, listed to many podcasts and celebrated the first asparagus peeping through. This year we finally get to cut and eat it!

We’ve made full use of the cob oven, cooking in it about four times. It gives us such a feeling of achievement that oven. It symbolises our ideals of turning natural resources into low impact tools, making use of what is already here. Being able to slowly cook our own pork adds an even more rewarding (and delicious) element. Being able to host friends we’ve made since we’ve lived here pretty much makes for a perfect afternoon. Which was how Ady celebrated his birthday last weekend.

We’ve rounded up some of the extra cockerels and drakes roaming the croft and penned them to fatten for the table. We had a couple of incidents of cockerels fighting plus the female ducks and chickens were getting pretty hassled by the males so it was time. They will have a couple of weeks of being in (still very large) pens with plenty of food before we despatch them. We have various broody females sitting on eggs around the place – a turkey in the woodland, some chickens in sheds and a couple of ducks in undisclosed locations that we are aware exist but not sure of the precise place. So we’re on the alert for the cheep cheep of tiny beaks any time soon.

And we’ve been interspersing our busyness on the croft with plenty of enjoying our surroundings too. I think no matter where you are it’s so very important to take time to stand and stare. Possibly even more so if you are somewhere like Rum where it is both so very, very beautiful but also that beauty comes at such a high cost at times.

So river swimming and boat trips it is then.

And an early evening cider on the sporran celebrating the first day of the year when you get to walk around the croft wearing normal shoes instead of wellies!

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