Well it is another mostly wet with added interest of snow/ice/sleet week at House of Franklin. The sheep are starting to go mouldy and I have to admit my sense of humour is a little fusty as once again I have to hang the washing up inside the house. And as every experienced laundry processor knows is time consuming, more likely to crease and never smells as nice and fresh. Luckily at the market yesterday there was a very brisk breeze that successfully dried out my sad brolly that shelters me from the elements, and also nearly sent the stand flying. However pack up was completed successfully before the next rain cloud hit. And we were serenaded at the market throughout the morning by the cranes flying overhead. I did try and explain that they were supposed to tow the sun back with them but they were too busy arguing over directions to pay any attention to me.
Above is a photo of a typical winter bustling early morning at Riberac market on a Friday. Did you know that I have to set my alarm 10 minutes earlier in the winter to allow myself enough time to get dressed and not be late for the market. We are still lambing in dribs and drabs and probably will be doing exactly that until mid May I imagine. Dyson dog has been to the vet this week to have his extra curricular activities ;) removed. Poor old thing had to have a very uncomfortable operation as one of his appendages was retained up by his spleen. His answer to this eventful day was to get home, duck round the corner whilst he was supposed to be relieving himself in the trees, jump over a fence with his plastic collar on and a 10cm cut recently stitched back together, and try to make mischief with the neighbours lady dog.....Honestly can you believe it!....yes probably.
The area outside the house which used to be green and beautiful is now a sad muddy brown patch after months of crazy dogs running up and down in the rain pretending to chase the donkey. I am beginning to think that Nougat, the donkey, brays to make the dogs run up and down for his own amusement. We will have to invest a few hours of time and money at the local gravel pit to try and disguise the yard in front of the house and make it a beautiful thing to look at again in preparation for my chilled evenings staring at the sunset that I have planned for the supring/summer section of the year. So much to do and so little...enthusiasm... today.
Ok so todays blog is a little too full of heavy sarcasm and misery so I will give you some sunny pics which were I think from either last Saturday afternoon or the previous Thursday. The former I got a little sunburnt so unused to the bightness is my skin. And the latter I was unable to witness as typically on a Thursday I am found buried under piles of bags, labels, sausages, burgers and knives (amongst other things) deep in the inner sanctum, hard at work for the weekend. I am only released after dark having been fed and tea-ed in copious quantities.
I will see if I can write an equally moany blog when it is 40 degrees outside just to keep things even.;)
Happy thoughts from me to you Helenx
I am farming sheep and goats on the Dordogne/Gironde border with my husband and our 3 children. We have an on farm butchery and sell our meat direct to the public via the markets and delivery points in our local area