Looks like my husband has been angling for a holiday again. Though he did not quite manage to injure himself enough this time to get a hospital stay. Next time he will have to prime the pig first so it swings its head much harder towards his foot then maybe he can get a few broken bones thrown in for good measure and do a proper job rather than just a bit of blood a swollen foot and some antibiotics. The doctor, who is getting accustomed to Gavins 10 yearly attempt at removing limbs, said "well seeing as it is you we will give you a tetanus jab early just incase". 10 years early no less! Gavin really knows how to celebrate his up and coming zero birthdays, having attacked his own foot with a chainsaw 10 years ago. Piercing by pig tusk is a very creative change from chainsaw massacre, which is soooo very 70's.
I hasten to add that pig was playing and not at fault.
Today it rained which is great news for us and the animals. Not sure how much yet and I think the rain gauge is cracked as we always seem to have 9mm in the meauring cylinder. I think the grass has already started to green up a little so this storm should really hurry it along if the temperatures don't drop too much.
The market is an interesting place to meet people from all walks of life and countries, sadly I don't always have time to complete a fully rewarding conversation as I am working but I always hope that everyone leaves the stand a little happier and a little more positive about life. My fellow standholders are truly wonderful people always ready to chat and give you some moral support when you're feeling a little down with administration and the weather and a multitude of other things. They are such a happy uplifting crowd. On the other side of this very small world the other day my nephew bought some sausages from a fellow market trader/farmer who spent 3 weeks with us about 2 years ago and is now in Chicago with his young business, growing and selling his own products. Go Hayden!
Gavin has just come in and told us about his encounter with about 25 sanglier in a field by our old house may be he was trying for a real hospital stay. He said he heard them grunting in the dark and as the clouds moved away from the moon he saw them all standing around him. Quite Conan-Doyle I thought. So being the savvy dood that he is, he kept on walking and they all minded their own business. Man at one with nature ;)
See you all soon
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