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