Well I have been pondering and looking for the inspiration to blog something different and have been coming up blank, until this evening when I was sitting quietly watching telly after a long day marketing and butcherying, when my creative flow was kicked into touch by some telly bloke who was talking about a family who had relocated from the city to start a ''simple farming life in the country with their 2 children'' The statement was accompanied by the family wandering down a green, sunny country lane, wellies on, and apparently without a care in the world.
Well today was obviously not the day to tell me about the simple country life I lead and in fact my gander was well and truly up and got, probably assisted by the fact that I had been up since 5am. I had to be to make sure that I arrived at the market in time to set up all my wares, which I had been preparing for the previous 2 days with some assistance from Gavin when he had time. After market I returned to the butchery at 2pmish where I immediately started to prepare for the following days market. Gavin arrived at some point and cooked some burgers (homemade of course) and we had a quick lunch of those, and bread and salad standing in the butchery. I remained at the butchery until 6.30pm then returned home to make certain that the girls had eaten. I then fed the 4 lambs in the garden, attemted to find the kitchen under the fine layer of lamb milk powder dust and in the process broke my thermos flask in the sink and spent half an hour retrieving tiny shards of glass. The girls, well girl, as Emily doesn't really need chasing, were chased through the washing and bedtime cycle. Gavin returned home after finishing feeding and checking the sheep and pigs at 9pm, then Emily reappeared downstairs to say that there was a hornets nest in the ceiling which needed dealing with tomorrow. After a bit of light entertainment on the keyboard (no I don't mean piano) bed by 11pmish I reckon.
This is a fairly standard daylength and activity level in our simple country life. So there are days when I ponder the existence of my once more complicated life when I had a job with a salary that was paid into my bank account and I went to work for about 8 hours a day unless I wanted overtime and I walked out of my door onto a clean, tarmac-covered pathway in leafy suburbia, and spent my weekends going to the cinema, or having a takeaway, or visiting some interesting heritage site.Oh yes and going on holiday at least once a year to an exciting new destination. Soooo very complicated.
I don't know if these telly people set out to be intentionaly patronising or whether I am just in a mood. But now on top of the iritating telly man, I have been reliably informed by my wonderful husband that I can't go back now to my more complicated life as I am totally unemployble. I did not ask him for a list of reasons, I suspect some of them would have started with because no-one else would be able to do their job properly anymore in your eyes..... hmmm.... Darling.
See you all soon
5/27/2016 08:35:01 am
Ah, a rough day at the office. Hm, well, if is is of any consolation to you, we used to feel the same way when we lived in the Caribbean too. And there, the saying is, "a bad day on the water is better than a good day in the office." I'm sure that the same can be said of a day as a farmer. Plus, while you're busy beating yourself up, you've entirely forgotten that on the rare day that you post "I'm sorry, but I shan't be at the market in Sainte-Foy-La-Grande this week (going to see Giselle in Bordeaux)", you leave hordes of people resembling Edward Munch's "Scream" in their despair and disappointment ..... something that never knowingly occurred in an office!
5/27/2016 09:32:48 pm
Well Alex you certainly make me smile. Sadly for me there won't be another Giselle for a while now, which is good for all my usually happy customers/friends.
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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