Well, I just cleaned out my little chicken coop, currently occupied by half a dozen "teenage" chooks, all about 12 weeks old, and very full of themselves. It's the first useful thing I've achieved today - it's been a while since I felt as boisterous as my young birds do!
Bantam keeping is a great PWME activity - it never asks too much of you all at once, and the responsibility for the welfare of the little girls (and three teenage boys) is a good motivator on the "blah" days when I really don't feel up to move at all. The rewards are pretty instant also, it's always a pleasure to find eggs in the nest box.
This hasn't been a great week. Since my day at the Big Tent Festival last Saturday, I have been flat as a fluke - foggy, headachy, utterly without energy, either too hot or too cold, and constantly perspiring. We have a wedding reception to attend in Edinburgh tomorrow, I really wonder if I will be up to it, although it will be nice to see both our friends at the wedding, and also the friends who have offered to put us up for the night in Morningside.
Housing issues lumber on. We've been offered the lease on a great old house in the country - hurrah! But - the buyer-to-be of our house has just had the sale of her property fall through, so we remain in limbo. This is not good.
As ever - we shall just have to wait and see...
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Sunday, 2 August 2009
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
The Big Tent Festival
I was really keen to attend this festival again this year, ME notwithstanding, and deliberately laid low for a day or two to try to build up a reserve of stamina for it. We went on the Saturday, Alastair, Susanneke and I and arrived just after 10.30 on a lovely summer's day. The previous day's rain and the presence of some pretty large vehicles and plant on site had made a fair mess of the ground, and wood chippings were being liberally scattered to counter the clarty underfoot conditions. Fortunately, the weather stayed good, and the ground conditions improved as the day wore on.
My plan was to spend 30 minutes or so looking round, followed by 30 minutes rest as device to get through the day, and it worked fairly well. I managed to spend time talking to the people at the Scottish Basket-weaving Circle, the green woodworking display and the Permaculture Association. We attended an hour long Permaculture presentation which was very good, but which I actually found to be the most tiring activity of the day. It was a very participative workshop, and the sustained mental activity was a challenge to my foggy grey cells.
In the passing, I managed to hear some very good music from the stage, ate a buffalo burger, and had a smoothie mixed by a bicycle powered food processor. I collected lots of information, including how to grow edible fungi on brash wood, how to build with straw bales, and a whole load of other post peak oil useful information. I found out about a community owned cider press that is available to local groups. I met a good few friends, including an erstwhile colleague
The sun shone, and the Falkland Estate looked lovely as ever, it was a great day out.
WE came home at about 5.30. I dozed all evening. Sunday came and went - I never really woke up. Monday came - I actually got out of the house with Susannneke long enough to go to Cupar for a hair cut - I felt lousy all day though, and that has carried onto today - I'm still feeling weak and wobbly.
I'd do it again, but it is really a bit of a bugger when spending a peaceful day out locally from 10 am to 6 pm puts you out of action for at least three days afterwards.
My plan was to spend 30 minutes or so looking round, followed by 30 minutes rest as device to get through the day, and it worked fairly well. I managed to spend time talking to the people at the Scottish Basket-weaving Circle, the green woodworking display and the Permaculture Association. We attended an hour long Permaculture presentation which was very good, but which I actually found to be the most tiring activity of the day. It was a very participative workshop, and the sustained mental activity was a challenge to my foggy grey cells.
In the passing, I managed to hear some very good music from the stage, ate a buffalo burger, and had a smoothie mixed by a bicycle powered food processor. I collected lots of information, including how to grow edible fungi on brash wood, how to build with straw bales, and a whole load of other post peak oil useful information. I found out about a community owned cider press that is available to local groups. I met a good few friends, including an erstwhile colleague
The sun shone, and the Falkland Estate looked lovely as ever, it was a great day out.
WE came home at about 5.30. I dozed all evening. Sunday came and went - I never really woke up. Monday came - I actually got out of the house with Susannneke long enough to go to Cupar for a hair cut - I felt lousy all day though, and that has carried onto today - I'm still feeling weak and wobbly.
I'd do it again, but it is really a bit of a bugger when spending a peaceful day out locally from 10 am to 6 pm puts you out of action for at least three days afterwards.
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