I made a nice discovery for Brinsop in the local paper – someone in Warhorse comes from Brinsop! What with Wincey Willis, John Challis amd Arlene Phillips all either living or loving here this is another push for Herefordshire.

Harriet arrived on Friday at Brinsop – ready to pull me in to the 21st Century. Within 2 days I am tweeting and restyling my blogs. I t seems my blogs were just TOO chatty…

Our full-on day with Ben from Rather Inventive IT was exciting but scary when I realised how much I have to learn…and I may have to learn to tolerate H’s strange choice of music – hairy Argentinian hippies – when I really only like Tamla Motown.

Excellent…I’m back. Back in the land of oxygen.

For the last 3 months I have been hyperventilating at Brinsop, ordering people around in between gasps. It has been a wonderful time of bonding though. I am now on sociable and – hopefully –  good terms with plumbers, chippies, digger drivers, decorators, carpetlayers, curtainmakers, stonewallers and delivery men too many to mention. Ann has kept me sane. Jonathan has kept me smiling. Martin has kept me fed.

The resultant Court House is a feast for one’s eyes and awaiting your booking, but be fast! It is a property that is going to be in high demand, just because you can gather all your frenz and rellies together for several days and still not fall out…there’s SO MUCH ROOM!

The other excellent piece of news is that we have had rain..yippee.  Those of you who witnessed my depleted moat will understand. Fish stocks are being reinstated and water levels are rising.

Spring has sprung early here..we have primroses, roses blooming, snowdrops abound and best of all baby lambs!! John and May are now officially on duty. The little caravan in the shed is back in use. Ready for John to do his obs throughout the night and check any expectant mums in distress – ready with a helping hand. Or a well greased arm!

I guarantee there will be a mini army of tiddlers for those of you who fancy bottle feeding. So sweet.

I went walking today around the farm. As I wound my way up through the woodland towards Merry Hill, I thought my guests should know there are some really magical spots to discover here – children would love to find the big stumpery up in the middle of the field on the top, such a place to discover creepy crawlies, pretend you live in a castle, play hide and seek and so on…perhaps mum and dad could find a sheltered corner to relax and maybe crack that bottle dad has carried up in the rucksack!

The walk to follow is the Alice or ‘A’ walk.Takes about an hour. As opposed to the Harriet or ‘H’ walk…or even the Molly , yes,  you’ve guessed ‘M’ walk or possibly the Florrie (yip, the ‘F’ walk!) walk. For those not in the know, these are the names of our 4 daughters, bless their dear hearts. Superman Jon has taken up the mantle and challenge of creating private walks only for guests through some of the prettiest and most secluded parts of the estate. These walks are real treasures…..come and try them…

 

Well, here at Brinsop, as ever, something’s happening.

Due to the really dry weather the moat around Brinsop house had become very low.

“Ah ha! An opportunity to clean some of the unwanted silt out,” I thought.

Hmmm…so 3 diggers, one about 8 tonnes!, 3 dumper trucks, 7 men, about a mile of pipework, 3 generators and a huge – and I mean huge –  amount of soil later here we are!  Endless hundreds of carp, roach, eels etc have been scooped up to safety. But sadly no guns – we heard there may have been a rash of gun deposits when gun licences were introduced – and no sign of Kevin’s i-phone.

It has created a new line in tourism and a huge amount of interest. Whilst interesting for me – less interesting on pay day - I am keen to see it completed as soon as possIble, my long suffering fish stocks reinstated in their refurbished home and the sight of clear water drifting past the ancient stones. Now, THAT is what I am looking forward to.

The combination of Jack Russell terriers and Black labradors is a good one. Both brands are brilliant.. Dora, Maud and Audrey tolerate Podge hanging onto their ears as they race up the field on beautiful September mornings…lovely, how blessed we have such a place as Brinsop in this fabulous county..

Our piglets are decreasing in number…the boys have had to go. What I should get in next for guests to enjoy…any ideas?

The moat is steadily emptying. Quite scary, but understandable when considering we haven’t had decent rainfall for many many months. The ducks are happy tho…now they go tip -up and can reach the bottom without diving…much easier..

The Court House is getting closer to completion…we’ll be able to accomodate 12 of you in this one alone..and guess what?.. there’s a stunning library and beautiful banquetting hall which will be available to rent too…all on site! Found a fab caterer too. It’s getting better and better! Yippee!

Mr Churchward is walking Wainwright’s Coast to Coast walk at the moment..190 miles and pretty much nothing but dreadful weather so far to Day 6. (7 to go) Am missing him, but have to say, sleeping like a log…

Jon’s beavering away making locks…yes, that’s right, making locks…there is just no end to this man’s talents!

Pat x

 

 

Hurrah! I’m blogging!

Well! Finally, I got my head out of a drain and learnt to blog…Well, nearly. This is the 2nd attempt, and I’m not sure the 1st one isn’t still out there in the ether somewhere.  (Still getting to grips with fonts though)

I so wanted to get back to all you great holidaymakers – and you HAVE been lovely, without exception – and tell you what’s happening down at Brinsop.

First, we had a wedding. The most wonderful day…big marquee..beautiful bride…handsome groom..lots of well-dressed guests…a total triumph of a day.

Then we had a large private party in The Court House for my friend Sue’s 50th. Again…oohs and aaahs everywhere..all loving that Brinsop magic. Battled and slightly lost the war on keeping windows and doors closed against the noise. Am v much hoping my neighbours will be understanding. Learnt my lesson on numbers though. 208 is too many in the house. (yes, 208)

We have harvested all our wheat and rape. All safely gathered in -’ere the winter’s storms begin.(..there’s a hymn in there somewhere.) We were very lucky with the weather and Andrew gets his gold star for big efforts. Thank you! Sadly for many, but fortunate for all those people I need to pay, the price of wheat remains quite high so that makes all the effort worthwhile.

The piglets are reaching pigolescence and will need to be separated before their hormones take over. They’ve been a wonderful tribe munching and rootling their merry way through brambles, briars, docks, nettles…which is precisely why I wanted them. Far more effective than their mothers who did not take their jobs seriously at all. Not sure I could face fattening them and putting them in the freezer though. I might be a farmer’s daughter but I am a bit of a drip when it comes to slaughter.

Jonathan is still gliding around…always with an expensive power tool that no-one recognises under his arm. Thank goodness for Jon and Ann is what I say!! Love them!

Please come and stay again soon, and tell all your friends!

Love from Pat