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The dogs’ breath silvers in the last of the light as we leave Lacey the goat and Diva the Welsh pony to the night. Both shelters have been double strawed, hay is inside, and this determinedly tough duo have sanctuary if it is needed.
Without doubt Diva will brave the snow and the wind and may condescend to put her head into the shelter to eat the straw, as long as it is clear her round fat backside was outdoors all along.
Linney, Lacey’s sister who is usually her companion, is away over to Pewsey way, with a billy goat, hopefully ensuring the continuation of the line. Poor Lacey has a detached udder, and although in fine general health, cannot be bred again, so will have to settle for being an auntie.
We’ve taken the unusual step of bringing the Oxford Downs in for the night, partly because of the exceptional cold, and partly because this morning we were greeted with an unexpected babe. Since Aran the ram did not make the acquaintance of the new mother until a scant four months ago, he cannot be the daddy.  One of last years ram lambs was obviously left in a position of trust for too long.
This means our plans for lambing – still a long way off – have been scuppered and anything could happen.
Back at home the Rayburn and the woodstove are kept fed all evening, as phone calls are made and we battle with making sense of the instructions for the incubator – eggs are on their way and we’ve yet to decipher the translation from the Chinese.
Tomorrow, after a week’s leave that amounted to ten real days, I’m back to work. This lamb thing has somewhat messed up our plans. Thankfully Neil is working locally so he’ll be on lamb check for the foreseeable.
My tiny plants in trays in the polytunnel have had a few hours of fresh air and daylight each day while I’ve been around, but from tomorrow, they, like me, will be confined. They will be under fleece. I will be in an office.

February Freedom

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I'm not even going to say anything.
I always love it when people pop up and say, 'I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while.'
I'm pretty sure no one was waiting.
Had the lovely H home for the briefest of visits this weekend. So lovely to see her, and hear all her news.
Boo, meanwhile, who nominally lives with us, works so many hours I barely see her.
This weekend we vaccinated the sheep and goats. We've moved the sheep around so the girls are all on our field and the boys are at the field in the next village. So a bit of driving around with a satchel full of sharps, but all done.
Then H came home, and we had a late night chat, and then Sunday morning church, big  roast, sleepy afternoon, and then she went home.

Thus begins a whole week of 'work' in which I have to make inroads into the veg garden, and try to sort out the house and bits of the general garden. Two cubic metres of recycled compost due for the veg garden have been delayed until Thursday, so Monday is starting slow and I really must be careful not to waste the week.

Updates to follow, I hope!

One last January Saturday

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I managed to hit Lidls by 8.30 am which I haven't done for a long time, I must say.

On a tight budget and trying to use up a lot of stored and frozen stuff this week, so kept it low, but oh! the joy! the seeds were in. It would be rude to buy none, wouldn't it? Even though the seed tin of shame is overflowing as usual.

We had a list of errands around town, most of which I sabotaged by forgetting something. Near the top of the list was refilling my ecover washing up liquid bottle. Which I left on the draining board. With the shopping list.

I popped into the wool shop (you know where this is going, don't you?) to buy some short 3mms. The natural nativity is progressing as if to be ready by next Christmas, but it is dull knitting Joseph's scarf or the donkey's legs on great long needles.

I came out with some gorgeous beech wood double pointed needles and sock wool. There you go.

'A bit of batch cooking' seemed to take up the rest of the day - chick pea casserole, macaroni and cheese, this and that, ready for a busy work week.

Cheese and lentil loaf for supper as well, and then by 7 pm I was installed in front of the fire, with the sock wool.

Spring will be here soon enough, with seeds to plant, and sheep to halter train, and chickens to hatch. One long evening in front of the fire knitting socks can't be all bad.

Moving on

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I'm going to ignore the long gap. In it our darling Boo went to uni for three weeks and came home again. In it some  bizarre things happened at my place of work. In it all kinds of things looked possible and then weren't.

I'm just going to take a deep breath, and hark back to last year's new years resolutions, and gently bring them forward to 2018.

Last year, we joined the garden club. Towards the end of last year I fulfilled a lifetime ambition, and learned to spin, at a fabulous course run by our local Guild of Spinners, Weavers and Dyers.

I joined the Guild, and on Saturday attended my first 'Craft and Chat'.

Socialising doesn't come easy to me. I'm an introvert and lack confidence, while managing to look as if I'm brimming with confidence and talking too much. It's a nightmare. However, it's still a massive aim to discover community where we are, and I the Guild is a brilliant place, full of fantastically talented people who share their gifts and skills freely.

The fantastically quirky building in Steeple Ashton is a dedicated space. It's a bit chilly and the stairs are a nightmare, not to mention getting through the gap into the carpark, which is about 2.5 inches wider than my car, but oh the joy that awaits.

2018 is going to be a very different year for me. This is the start. I have some big and scary decisions to make. But The Guild is a start.

Autumn and Fledglings

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Approaching the Autumn Equinox, and I have a bizarre week ahead.

On Wednesday Boo departs for Uni, and I will go with her and DH - I have to see her safely in - and then he will drive me most of the way across the country to Managers' Conference, where I will stay until Friday.

Two utterly traumatic events on one day. When I come back, it will be to an empty nest. Next expected visit of chick will be two weeks hence, when H will be back to work for the weekend, but that is not going to last long this term, I fear.

We've built a new log shed, but as yet I am afraid it lies empty.  We have logs in plenty, seasoning in the field, but they need transporting, splitting and stacking.

It's getting colder and it's important to us to have enough wood - we don't have central heating, and coal is expensive.  With just the two of us this winter, at least until the girls come back at Christmas, we'll be cooking on the Rayburn, and sitting in the kitchen, as we did briefly last year, and making the most of one lot of wood a night.

The Rayburn also heats the bathwater, so we keep the Big Kettle on her in the evening, for washing up or any other hot water needs, so that the tank remains toasty for a bath. The electric immersion heater, which heats the water in summer, will go off until Christmas.

This has been a costly and frenetic season. Time to slow down and take hold.

The last days ...

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Over the  next three weeks, both our girls will be away to Uni.

While H is going back for her second year, last year she was home most weekends, this year, she won't be.  Boo, meanwhile, is leaving for the first time, and will probably not be back until Christmas.

To offset Empty Nest Meltdown, I've set myself a few challenges.

I pinched the idea for my first challenge from the awesome Mel 's  'Analogue Days'.

'Real Time'

This one is about the time we spend once they are gone - challenging us to learn to create more of our own entertainment and spend less screen time - TVs, computers, phones - and more time on traditional crafts and pursuits.

As one of the designs for my Diploma, I decided to look at how much we could replace in our lives by the hand made, homegrown, home reared,  done ourselves. Of course there is food and clothing, but there is also down time, entertainment, life stuff.

Instead of glumly watching TV or tattering away on our laptops, we aim to learn to play a musical instrument (which neither of us does) and involve ourselves in developing a craft apiece - although I really do want to learn to spin properly, I think I've opted for dressmaking first - I can throw together a garment, but I'd like to have some real skills - to be able to make things that don't look homemade.

This together with  my other challenge, an audio diary called

'The Frugal Commuter'

Should keep me busy.  This one is something I've recently started doing somewhat haphazardly, but aim to get more organised.
I talk to my voice recorder on my way to work! As it is, I'm inclined to ramble, but my aim is to stay on topic and talk about what steps we've taken towards repaying debt and building a fund towards one day owning land of our own.
Thus far the quality is quite appalling, and I'm wondering if you can actually get a cheap mike which would cancel out the road and engine noise - in which case at some point in the dim and distant future, I might be able to share it here, or even create a podcast!

Everything I do at the moment is haphazard. When they are little, and they interrupt your chain of thought, walk in on every attempt to write, sit down in the middle of your de-cluttering, talk through anything you are listening to or watching - you say 'I need to establish some boundaries. I have to have time for myself, or I shall never get anything done. We need to set aside time for me to do this'.

When they are two days/two weeks away from leaving, you set aside the laptop, turn off the radio, say to hell with the clutter, and you take every last moment on offer. It can all wait. I'd gladly never write another word, or live surrounded by endless clutter, and even terminate Radio 4, for just another year with them safe at home.

A Bit More Structure

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We have a lot of plans.
We're living in incredibly turbulent times, not just globally and politically (although ...) but also in our house.
As Boo has just turned 18 and August races ahead of us, the time is coming closer when the house will be a lot quieter, a lot more echoey, and I will be dealing with an 'empty nest'.
Our loose plan is to get right clear of debt, put a roof over our heads (shared ownership house? co-housing? long term lease of land? buy land?) , move to building more of our own income streams (hubby is already successfully self employed, I need to move that way before I am too elderly!) and making more of them land based, increase our self sufficiency, and hang on to our smallholding, where ever we need to take it to keep it, as it were. Ultimately to live a plain and simple life, "living simply that others might simply live."
The key word here is 'loose'.
In some ways, it's good to keep plans loose because, to be honest, we don't know what opportunities for housing will come up, or what possibilities will strike us as income streams, and we need to be adaptable.
However how we finish off our debt, and save for our future, should probably be just a little more detailed!
We need more structure, more accountability, more tick lists and target dates - more detailed execution, more feedback loops.
I'm looking for some good frugal challenges to join, and I need to reorganise my time to make better use of what little spare time I do have.
What's your top time management tip?

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