too much?

the pigs have finally arrived after a stay with lovely friends, the sheep are still with the ram (best in show at bath and west, no less), and suddenly everything seems too big, too expensive, too daunting, the prospect of buying food rather than raising and growing it so much easier....smallholding can be a hugely rewarding palaver, but its a constant clock in your day...and sometimes life seems easier over the fence

its all coming at once: too much work, too little time to get writing done for an imaginary publisher, winter, too many comedies on a forum i help with, too many overneglected friends i want to see, christmas, albums i've yet to listen to...i cant seem to see the possibilities at the moment...and i hate feeling anything less than overly-grateful for my lucky lot

from two and a bit acres to sixteen and a bit...


oh my god....7 times bigger than before...and it looks a hundred....scared. excited....so much possibility it makes you want to run....but how can you be afraid of what youve asked for and been lucky enough to get?

to throw all my time and energy and money into the one occupation where the national experiment shows that it doesnt pay? collect all the brains, the brightheaded smallholders, rightminded farmers, and creative thinkers i know and ask them to help me take this tired old land and take it back to where it should be? or just get a few chickens, a couple of sheep and let the grass grow?

what to do. what to do. the answer? drink tea and wait for it come.... luckily weve a few months until spring

the inspiration will come i know

and the raw ingredients are there for a lot of fun: a pretty big river, another beautiful tributary, kingfishers - which i have seen, and otters - i havent, sluices and bridges, abundant - if tatty - hedges which will add to the larder in summer, and a few hundred yards of trout fishing...my lazy ass in a chair, friends fishing rods bending into the water, beer in the net, fire waiting for the fish

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