So. Enough time has passed that some people are curious about what’s going on here. After a long summer of visitors, family and friends we’ve now settled into our reclusive winter mode. With hot water and heating issues inside the cottage still outstanding our clothes are getting seasonally dirty again, as are we.
We once had two incredible cats, both female: Loki and Tryxé. Both managed to get themselves impregnated by some no-good vagabond Tom. One night Loki, the most affectionate and happy cat either of us have known, came crying to us when she was ready to give birth and we comforted her through the trauma. Shortly after first Tryxé and then Loki disappeared. Either an eagle, snake or some other evil end befell our two cats. So now, for the second year here we begin again with kittens. Loki left us three sons: Narfi, Fenrir and Hel.
One of the hazards of living in a dirt-floor building site is that when you leave your floor in a big pile of dirt the kittens think you’ve built them a marvellous new indoor toilet.
Our list of winter projects is large, from indoor plumbing to hot water, a stove, and many other improvements minor and major. Urgent projects slip down the list as even more urgent emergencies emerge. We hardly even blink anymore when, after a very hard rain we realise storm run-off finds its way running under the hill behind the house, over the bed rock and straight into the house providing us with our very own private stream of unstoppable water flowing directly into the
dirt mud floor. We’ve rigged up a cement channel and hose pipe that drains the river into our newly laid plumbing system to get the water out of the house but we’re still slowly drying out.
Four more new residents keep the grounds well pecked. Some of you donated some money to us to have a chicken named after you, so we now have living in our newly built chicken house, Fay, Myki, Shaun and Mara. The garden is in winter mode now with Mustard Greens, beetroot, chard, carrots, radishes, beans, peas and tiny fields of winter wheat and rye holding on through the cold.
Winter darkness is here and we’re fast approaching the weeks of winter festivals, Tomorrow is the solstice and longest night. We’ll be celebrating it the following night with Modranekt and then of course Christmas comes shortly afterwards which gives us plenty of excuses for sampling our home-made sloe gin. We hope you all enjoy the winter festival season as much as we intend to.