5 Go mad in Sidmouth

Hi All,

Enid Blyton was one of my favourite authors when I was a small child. I got endless entertainment reading about whatever the “5” were up to on any given jolly set of hol’s. Enid was fond of a good mystery and we had ourselves a very Blytonesque mystery on our hands on Monday. We headed out to open the doors of the hen house to allow the hens into the enclosed area that they now live in. We lock the doors because of quolls, a native animal somewhat like a cat, that loves nothing more than a tasty fat docile hen added to its menu for the day and they hunt at night when the hens are at their most docile and compliant. We have the luxury of a cement floored hen house that was once a woodshed and even the most determined quoll is going to come up chookless when faced with 500ml of cement to have to tunnel through. We made small hen sized doors and a ramp down to the enclosed outer area and the hens go into the hen house at night and are ensconced safely till we let them out the next morning. We recently discovered one of the late great Effel Doocark’s daughters who had decided to head WAY down to the front of the property to lay a few eggs and go clucky and after waiting for the feral cats to eat her babies and then herd her into the enclosure along with her other sisters we discovered that unlike Effel, her daughters are EXCELLENT mothers. This hen managed to situate her chick’s right up close and personal in the feral cat’s domain and only lost 1 chick to them. We noticed her near the gate of the enclosure and with some careful manoeuvring; we were able to get them all into the enclosure…WIN! The only problem with enclosing feral chooks, as indeed this hen’s babies were, is that they have a taste for the outdoors and are rarely content to stay put. The chicks have grown somewhat and their mother has taken to going into the hen house at night to be with the rest of the flock but her babies are steadfastly refusing to go into the hen house and on Monday they escaped. Steve and I heard tell-tale “peeping” outside the enclosure and on further investigation we found them frolicking around in the leaves under the blackwood acacia trees and herded them back in. 6 more escapes later and we started to lose our cool! We had inspected the netting for holes…these chicks are not big and so could easily have slipped through a larger hole in the ex-fish farm netting that makes up the bulk of the enclosure.


The Moscow State Circus comes to Serendipity Farm…


2 ferals


A little crab that we found in the middle of the road as we were walking back dripping from a recent walk in the rain with the dogs


I had a little chat to Mr Crab and we decided that even though he might have thought that he wanted to make like a chicken and get to the other side, his life as a crustacean would be much more fullfilling (and long) if he would just learn to be satisfied to stay in the river


We are finding more and more of these little reminders discarded on the side of the road that prove that cyclists are full of something other than the “clean green” image that they would like us all to believe that they represent …it’s not only Lance Armstrong that is shaming the world of cycling…

We decided that the chicks were escaping by flying over the top of the enclosure. This confused us a bit because none of the other chooks (including a couple of erstwhile ferals that we had herded in after we dispatched their brothers) had managed to fly over but there is a small mandarin tree situated inside the enclosure and we did notice the chicks all roosting in this small tree…after cutting several lengths of extra ex-fish farm netting we started tacking pieces into the trees that border the chook enclosure and the whole shebang started to look like the Moscow State Circus. STILL the chicks got out! We figured that perhaps they were climbing up onto some blackberries in the enclosure (left to try to encourage the chook to feel safe about laying their eggs outside) and cut back all tendrils…STILL they got out! We put another large piece of netting all along the side of the enclosure where the blackberries and agapanthus hiding spots were and STILL they got out. It was getting beyond a joke and so this time we cut the flight feathers of each of their rotten little wings and smugly headed inside to make a warm drink…when we headed out to smile smugly at the captured prisoners 30 minutes later they were out! “WHAT?!!! HOW???” We took turns to sit incredibly still outside the hen house watching for several hours when the chicks did absolutely nothing aside from lay with their mother and dust bath but as the day started to heat up and the shade disappeared so did we…and they got out…sigh…I had a really good look and decided that their might just be a weak point in the defences and we put ANOTHER bit of ex-fish farm netting up so that we were totally covered. Sure that we had fixed the problem we headed back inside…after checking a little white later they were still in the enclosure and we were ecstatic…”WE WON!”… An hour later 3 of them were out… Again we put up some more netting  and this time we had the whole circus represented…all we needed was a ringmaster and a lion…a lion would most certainly have sorted out our chicken problem! This time there was no WAY that they could escape…we had over engineered the enclosure and Houdini himself would have been flummoxed. When Steve went to close the doors at 8.30pm they were out… Now you can only BEGIN to imagine how bad tempered I was by this stage! I was to the point of leaving them out to their fate with the quolls…


Steve is starting to branch out with his spoons now


Mid summer acorns


A little wallaby next to his blackberry and bracken fern home


A most innovative name for a vessel that pootles…


Summer twinkling on the river

We both ruminated about how the heck they were getting out because there was pretty much no way to escape from the top of the enclosure and we both decided that they MUST be escaping from lower down…We both headed off in different directions around the enclosure and inspected the lower part of the run with a fine toothed comb…after 20 minutes of painstaking inspection I heard Steve say “I found it!”…I headed inside the enclosure to where Steve was standing next to one of the poles used to anchor the netting to. What he had discovered was a teeny tiny space between 2 rocks that these miniature Houdini’s were tunnelling through to get out to the other side. They had to squeeze themselves between the rocks, up through a tunnel of netting and then take a hard right turn and squeeze out underneath another couple of rocks to escape! Kudos to them and I will NEVER underestimate the brain of a determined feral chook again! They haven’t escaped again and peace has returned to the Moscow State Circus and Serendipity Farm. I am thinking of writing a children’s book called “5 go wild in Sidmouth” or “The Great Escape 5” in the tradition of a good Enid Blyton sleuth. I might throw a chance meeting in with Justin Bieber and Harry Potter and a guest appearance by the wiggles and Elmo and I should get a book deal with ease 😉


This grey protrusion is a basking seal. This photo was taken about 200metres from our front gate from Steve’s boat this morning


Flippy pretending to be a shark…”you won’t fool Steve THAT easily Flippy!” 😉


A huge sea eagles nest on the river bank. This nest is very old and is constantly in use and is approximately 2 metres across

We just took delivery of 4 more large rolls of Ex-fish farm netting with the promise of as much as we can handle to come. I have visions of Serendipity Farm partitioned off into undercover bliss including an entirely enclosed orchard area that is currently battered and bruised after years of possums being allowed to run amok amongst the trees and our enormous edifice full of protected vegetables. We have smaller projects including compost heap construction and protection of various small garden beds but the luxury of being able to take what the fish farm sees as waste and turning it into our treasure makes me even happier.  Steve has just headed out to see what the river might yield in the Mumbley cumumbus. He is ostensibly “fishing” but in reality he is trawling around like Huck Finn on the river with his straw hat and his fishing line tied to his toe while he eats his cheese sarnies (1 with Brit Piccalilli…Crosse and Blackwell no less, and the other with some of his delicious home preserved ultra-thin cucumber pickles) in ex-pat heaven. It’s a really lovely day here, nice and cool but with the sun shining brightly and packed full of possibilities. Earl and Bezial are hoping for fishing futures and I am hoping for some photos that I can put in today’s post but aside from that Steve is Scott free and able to bob around on the waves in comparative solitude. That’s one of the benefits of being a penniless student and the shining beacon in our gratitude quotient. Sometimes it is difficult when we would rather have the money to instantly gratify our wants. It’s not like we want the moon…a water tank would be nice, a few solar panels to hook up to the water heater when Brunhilda is in hiatus and a mulcher to mulch all of the debris that we are generating via our sporadic concerted vegetative ethnic cleansing episodes…I could care less about fame and fortune, give me a $15.95 copy of Jackie French’s “The Wilderness Garden” and I feel like I just won lotto. I consider myself to be a very lucky woman. I am completely content with my lot and the possibilities in our lives and I am constantly excited and invigorated by simple things. In the eyes of society we are unimpressive and easily dismissed and that’s how we like it :o)


One side of Redwood Island (Steve’s prime fishing haunt)…


The other side of Redwood Island…All of our photos are taken with our 7 year old totally outdated FinePix Fujifilm camera. No lenses, no special whistles and bells…we are lucky if it zoom’s when we ask it to but it does take a lovely photo.

Its 5.44am Wednesday and Steve just headed off with his boat in the dark. He has just finished scrying his crystal ball (http://tides.willyweather.com.au/tas/northern/sidmouth.html ) and found the timing is right for a morning’s fishing/pootling in the river. It might be dark but I can’t hear the wind chime’s gentle melody so there isn’t any wind to chill the early morning air further…I love the hint of chill that is starting to creep in before dawn. I love that we have had Brunhilda on 3 times this week. I also love the free hot water and the ability to cook our meals on her as well as cook pots of legumes, have the kettle gently simmering ready for a drink and keep things warm in her lower ovens…my autumnal (sorry my American friends, “autumnal” is a MUCH more lyrical word than “fall” 😉 ) processes are waking up and it’s still summer. I know that New Zealand is enjoying our customary weather (hot without rain…peculiar for them at this time of year thanks to the recent cyclone that has tumbled our weather around) and we have theirs. Cheers for the swapsy guys…any time! I don’t mind the last gasps of summer in February because we have had this little rain fuelled interlude that has soothed the savage beast and eased the crustiness of Serendipity Farm…the garden is happy, I might even get some germination of the free roadside seed that I have been collecting over the summer and broadcasting in the side garden.


Mandolin + home grown cucumber = very finely sliced cucumbers…


What we choose to call Steve’s “Never ending refrigerator pickles” 😉

I just found a fellow Tasmanian’s blog…she is about my age and shares my ethos and has a lovely enthusiastic gardening blog like mine. If you want to check out Kate’s blog, head on down south to Cygnet and have a look at her world…


Aside from her delightful blog, she has some really good Tasmanian links that I will be spending some time this morning checking out. Most of Tasmania’s “Hippies” live down south and there are so many seed swapping groups, transition towns and all kinds of sharing going on and I am envious. I wish we had something as vital as that up here but our local groups are not as active and tend to be a bit “closed shop”. There are some very active members but I am going to have to dig a bit deeper to find relevance to our ethos here on Serendipity Farm…oh well…I can admire from a distance :o)


This last series of photos are an homage to an old video game hero of mine…I thought that this little beetroot (one of our recent harvest) looked remarkably like one “Earthworm Jim”…knowing that I can’t claim to have replicated him (on pain of being sued blue and black) I shall call my little creation “Beetroot Nemotode James” 😉


Here he is nestled amongst his brethren waiting for his fate…


“Well what do we have here?”…


Surely this is the end of our erstwhile hero James! How could anything survive a scalding stream of fragrant pickling liquor! Stay tuned to find out what happens next in the continuing story of our hero…


I don’t know what you think but he certainly looks like he is happy enough with his lot (ignore the colour, that’s what happens when you let Steve take the photo and he doesn’t want to use macro 😉 ) “Off to the fridge with you young nematode!”…

Have you noticed that I have been cutting my posts down a bit lately? I am trying to ensure that I don’t write marathon posts and make it difficult for you all to get through them in one bite. My muses are both enthusiastic and prolific and there isn’t much I can do about that BUT I can harness them and make them work in the direction that “I” want to pull… February is here and summer is almost over and autumn is just about to crest and that means W.O.R.K. on Serendipity Farm. Aside from turning piles of woody debris into Hugelkultur gardens and biochar (and tidying Serendipity Farm up considerably in the process), we will be planting out as many of our chestnuts, walnuts, hazelnuts as we can along with 4 loquats, 3 figs, 5 avocado plants (well sheltered) and will be situating a length of perforated drainage coil at the base of each root ball so that we can give them supplemental watering next summer…this summer hasn’t gone yet and we are already plotting for next summer! Does that make us “real” farmers? 😉 I don’t think so! Steve wants to get as many of his Brachychitons into the ground along with as many pines as he can fit. We love them with a passion and all of their in-ground brethren are going gangbusters so we figure “what the heck!” I know that my son rarely reads these posts so the words “Not in our lifetime” are not going to make him twitch ;). Most of these pines yield edible seeds so perhaps by the time Stewart and Kelsey inherit this property they may be able to harvest pine nuts along with everything else that we are setting up here for them…any grandchildren (now he is REALLY twitching if he has stumbled onto this post! 😉 ) will be able to graze freely (along with the native wildlife) from the food forest that we are in the process of setting up. I have no idea what I am meant to be doing with my life…so far I have just surfed along the crest of it hoping that I didn’t wipe out too badly but since we moved to Serendipity Farm, everything that has happened in my past seems to be knitting together to form a purpose. I think I was born to do this and the happiness that this simple life is bringing me gives me a sense of real purpose that mainstream worldly success couldn’t. I think I am going to have to put the plug in on my muses…they want to wax lyrical for a few more pages but I need to put some photo’s into this post guys…”SHHHH!” See you all on Wednesday and I hope that the rest of this week flows smoothly…if it doesn’t, remember “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”…best I can do with all these muses yelling in my head 😉

A 3 teabag kind of day

Hi All,

Today the weather man is NOT my friend. For some reason we are accidentally getting Queensland’s weather without the tropical fruit. On days like this it is going to every man/dog for himself when it comes to the cool tiles in the bathroom and I call dibs! However much I complain Hobart has it much worse as they are being threatened with 38C which would be the mainland equivalent of about 50C and I dare say there will be power outages all over the place for the next 2 days as every man and his dog turn on their air conditioners and reverse cycle air conditioners to the detriment of those of us living out in the country. At least I am prepared for it! It is just on 9.30am and we walked the dogs quite a distance today to allow them to lay about slothfully and worn out for the day on the deck. The title of this post is most fitting. On days where I need an extra boost to get me through what needs to be endured I have been known to slip an extra teabag into my 1st cuppa for the day  and today is most definitely one of those days…I thought that I might save some of Steve’s artistic shots that he took after he liberated himself of most of his hair in Launceston on Wednesday…yes…you are WELL aware that I type up these posts a few days in advance so live with it. I am typing this one on Thursday with an overcast sky, foreboding clouds and the hens on full alert for some reason. They have been a bit skittish of late because we had a visit from a Sea Osprey the other day. This has been a regular occurrence in these gardens for a long time now as dad used to talk about this Sea Osprey coming in and taking one of his doves that used to live in the now defunct dovecote. The doves got moved to that gazebo structure that we gave to our friend who must remain anonymous but the Osprey had done its worst and killed off the female. Good luck with him/her hefting off one of our heifer hens, but poor Houdini is having conniptions. I don’t think that she has to worry all that much. We found her nest where she hatched out her babies and again, she was in plain sight of our regular day to day activities. Houdini is a really well chosen name for her because she blends into the background and you simply don’t see her. We must have walked right past her on several occasions with her beady hen eyes watching us intently and her remaining dead still so as not to attract our attention. We also found the missing 8th chick, dead in the nest. 8 chicks are hard to keep warm at night when you are only a reasonably small hen and so that poor little chick didn’t make it. Houdini’s remaining 7 babies are already streetwise little chicks. They don’t trust their mothers judgement and are already looking over their shoulders and making their own tiny minds up about whether or not to head out into no-man’s land for a scrap of bread. Their older brother and sisters are still all a family pack. The 5 ferals don’t go into the communal hen house at night and choose to roost in safety in the trees. The little rooster is cockier (no pun intended) than all of our other roosters thanks to having to think on his little feet and his sisters all do what they are told. Their tiny little feral brothers and sisters are already very street savvy and we saw them this morning climbing up through the blackberry bushes using their miniscule weight to allow them to reach the ripe blackberries halfway up the vines while their distraught mum clucked fearfully from below. Houdini breeds them tough and you have to be tough to survive out of the hen house on Serendipity Farm.


When I was talking about Steve taking photos of “Art” earlier, I wasn’t excluding natures art. Steve has a particular fondness for dahlia’s as his grandad used to grow them and apart from the glasshouse full of tomatoes, that was all Steve had ever had to do with horticulture before he started his course.


This indoor Conservatory houses delightful displays of orchids and other hot house plants. It is situated in the centre of City Park and is one of the lovely structures that can be found along with Victorian fountains, Rotunda’s and a lovely peace garden. The park is a great example of late 19th Century botany and some really lovely deciduous and conifer species can be seen here.


Bright and vibrant Celosia pumosa flowers are interspersed between lush green ferns inside the conservatory and its a lovely (albeit humid on a day like this) place to wander around for a while enjoying the plants


Wouldn’t it be nice if we were able to get  hosta’s with flowers like this?


Just showing you that Celosia are not as delicate as you might think. I personally would rather plant amaranth for the same striking flowers but with an edible bonus…

It is most interesting for us first timer chook keepers to watch all of this unfolding. We are learning about rooster behaviour. When we got our first hens as complete rank novices to hen keeping we were assured that they were all girls. Well they weren’t and Big Yin and his very loud crowing is testament to our naivety. I am very glad that we got a rooster as Yin is an excellent example of what a rooster should be. We are quite sure that we have at least 3 more roosters in our hen fold. The 3rd and most recent is one of the ferals, growing faster than the others and with more of a comb on his head he has the cocky attitude of a rooster and is starting to chest the others to get them to do what he wants. Some of his sisters are not impressed with one of their previously benign and solid group taking over the reins. There is some resistance to this “do what I say!” chesting and we noted this with our original group of 8. We thought that this chesting behaviour, humorously like what men do when they are sizing each other up, was rooster behaviour but we were wrong because we only had 1 rooster out of that first 8 and Yin had a few chesty fights with some of his sisters before they were ready to submit to him being the boss. He is the unmitigated and unspoken ruler of all of the roost. I am going to have to do some research about latent rooster behaviour as Yin’s feathers had changed colour and he was up and crowing quite early on in the piece when we bought him. The 2 ambiguous “roosters” have not made a sound. They are separating off small groups of hens but these hens were their sister hens when they were hatched out so are they forming a harem or are they just sticking with their kin? Who would know? Anyway, I am just waiting for that first crow from either Henry (Rollin’s) or Trogdor (big beefy arm) to see what happens. I can imagine that all hell will break loose and I would also imagine that Henry and Trogdor are both doing a Kevin and staying shtum at the moment to size up the competition. Like their labour counterparts in the human world, they are the underdogs and as such need to well sure of their support before they make a leadership challenge. They seem content to wait at the moment and Big Yin is watching them…


Most of City Park appears to be dedicated to Queen Victoria for some reason. This ornate old fountain was constructed in her honour along with a lovely old ornamental rotunda that serves as somewhere to get your wedding photos taken when you don’t want to pay for one of the more exclusive properties in the North of Tasmania (we have many…). This park also has a collection of Macaques that are very adroit at manipulating people to feed them despite the signs requesting that you don’t.


The area around Queen Victoria’s little fountain is known as the Peace Garden and has something delightfully scented in flower for most of the year.

Bollocks!…I just found out that using Windows Live Writer has some negatives for my blogging use. For some reason it duplicates every photo that I insert into my post twice. There is something weird happening in the translation but I posted yesterday’s post in the normal way (straight to the blog) and it took me 5 times as long as posting it through Windows Live Writer so I am just going to remove the duplicated photos each time I use it and keep using it until I can work out why it is duplicating photos. The things I do/learn for your entertainment! I just took a photo of my “Capitalist” blender that I bought back in the day. It cost me the ridiculous sum of $1200 and I have to justify its purchase somehow by using it to make interesting healthy smoothies in an attempt to gain back in health points what I lost in money. There are many people out there who would envy my blender. They are the people like I was who lusted after this beast and you would think that after my purchase and receipt of this wonder from electrical heaven and upon using it and realising quite early on that it has a heck of a lot of shortfalls for its elevated price tag that I would be incredibly wary of any purchases like this in the near future but not me…I am stoically lured and tempted by the latest greatest promise to electrify my health and the only thing saving us from eminent poverty is that we are already there. That mysterious browny grey liquid in the Capitalist blender (a.k.a. The Vitamix…) is my healthy alternative to those massively overpriced weight loss shakes that they sell in chemists and that have made several people millionaires in the process. Those weight loss shakes are merely skim milk powder, a few vitamins and minerals and some bulk filler to make you feel full. You are paying a phenomenal mark up for what is effectively milky dirt (minerals come from dirt…) and so I decided that to supplement and complement my new healthy regimen I would introduce “The morning shake”. I don’t eat breakfast. I am not a morning person and the only thing that I am able to stomach in the wee small hours is a large heart starting cup of tea. After that, the logical progression revolves around liquids before lunch. We have given up booze so that is out of the equation (even though it would most certainly make me experience an elevated mood…I need to remember the healthy aspect of this regimen and keep booze out of the equation, at least till the blackberry wine is ready…) and that leaves my interesting liquid food inventions. Soup can be included here as liquid food as Stewart once said “soup is foods last chance to be eaten”… but I am not a meal eater before lunch and savoury soup is “meal” in my mind so we have just minimised the choices down to water and smoothie. Smoothie it is!

That dubious looking smoothie in my Capitalist blender comprises sesame seeds and sunflower seeds for protein and calcium blended until they are completely smooth (1 actual benefit of the Capitalist blender is that it is as powerful as a Mack truck) then I add ½ tsp. cinnamon for taste, ¾ tsp. crushed chillies as everyone knows that they are the latest greatest weight loss enhancer and then I add about ½ cup seedless dried dates for both sweetness and iron enhancing power and blend it all together till smooth and add enough water to make it up to a large amount. I forgot…my secret bulk filler…rolled oats. There you go…my very cheap and eminently healthier and more nutritious version of those waste-of-money diet shakes and you know what? It actually does stop me from being hungry until a more realistic hour when actual food is more acceptable to me. Steve says it tastes like shi@ but I am actually quite partial to it so when I write my weight loss book and make my millions, you can all say that you were there at the beginning and know the secret…


This Chinese shrine is apparently very old. I don’t know very much about it apart from it is very ornate and for some reason found it’s way to Launceston. We are now inside the museum that Steve wiled away a bit of time in while he was waiting for the car to be fixed.


These next photos are of work produced for “Artrage” and are particularly good. I really respect people who are able to take the pictures in their heads and reproduce them with skill. This goes for anyone who is able to translate their respective muse with skill and honesty. You might have to click on these photos to get a better look at their content. Bethany (my youngest daughter), who has decided to take Art this year at Polytechnic, was also in this museum this week. She was more interested in the older paintings and Art work upstairs while Steve was more interested in this Art created by students. Beth was laughing when she said that you would think that their tastes would be directly the opposite. Never judge a book by it’s cover…


The newly refurbished Museum (that took a year and a half to complete) is an amazing space to show off the amazing local talent that we have in Tasmania. When we first moved here I knew that “Tasmania is full of artists and New Ager’s” that was it’s reputation. Now that I live here I know that it is cram packed full of numpties and forestry workers (curiously very difficult to tell apart…) but there is a smattering of very talented people who regularly share this amazing talent with we Artarded masses that can only look on in wonder at these people’s talent. I have to admit that my daughters are both very artistic. They are very good at drawing and using computer programs to create really fantastic work. I wish I could draw…that’s not quite true…I wish I could draw caricatures because I would LOVE to illustrate some of the political bunfights that are going on at the moment…I have some fantastic ideas for political cartoons if anyone with an ounce of artistic talent wants to take them and make some money…


A lovely space and totally empty apart from Steve…


When I say totally empty, I omitted to mention the curator who was following Steve around nervously. He knew that he was being followed but had no idea why the poor woman was following him until she bravely stumbled out “excuse me sir…you really aren’t supposed to be taking photographs of the exhibits…” so this is where Steve’s photographs inside the museum that Bethany tells me is clearly sign posted with large signs everywhere saying “Please no photo’s”.


This last photo is of some street art that Steve couldn’t resist sharing with you all. We have some really good graffiti artists in Launceston and some most obscure political satirists who use stencils to make their point. Some of the stencil sprayed work is so obscure as to be baffling! I hope you all enjoyed Steve’s foray into illegal art photography for your benefit and this last street scape that I actually find quite attractive.

We just tested my knee to see whether or not it is ready for a walk tomorrow. Bezial has been sulking and refusing to walk with Steve and Earl and so I need to get back on the horse as soon as possible or Bezial is going to be known as Jabba-the-dog rather than Emo dog. We decided to all walk down to check the mail and take a little walk up the road and back. We met and were talking to some English tourists who were taking photos of the little light house out the front of Glad’s house and who admired the boys. They came from roughly the same area that Steve lived in the U.K. and are visiting Australia for 2 months. I hope that they enjoyed their Tassie stop on their whirlwind tour of “The Big Country”. My knee feels fine apart from being stiff whenever going downhill but now that we have the Black Dog head halters (I think that they should be at least giving me a free one for all of the free publicity and gushing that I am doing about this amazing product…) Steve can take both dogs while I hobble my way downhill until we get to a nice level footing. We had a nice walk up and back and had a look at our boundary fence and have decided to start getting stuck into little patches of our problem area each day now that it is getting cool enough to stand out in the daylight without frying or sweating yourself inside and into a cool drink. If we divide our problem area into grids and tackle a small chunk of the grid each day pretty soon we are going to start seeing results. Some of those results are going to be gargantuan piles of debris that will need to be dealt with later on in the cooler season but as I have learned from physics (at least 1 thing…) “every action has an equal and opposite reaction” and our action will result in the acquisition of a massive great pile. On the positive side we will be able to see some progress in the area and this should give us the incentive to keep going. It’s like anything else really, if you get some sort of pat on the head (physically/literally or metaphorically) then you get an added incentive to carry on and being able to see areas that are clear of weed infestation and hacking down those massive great overgrown Buddleia globosa will give us a whole lot of added incentive. I think we might take a little photo of Glad’s nice little lighthouse now that Tasport have decided to repaint it. It took 2 of them a week to spray paint this tiny little lighthouse. Steve and I could have done the same thing in a day with a paintbrush, but you don’t want to be so efficient that you do yourself out of a job now do you? I think I might head off to finish off my book. It is one of the best reads that I have ever read in my life. That is saying something because I have read a lot. See you all tomorrow when my eyes recover (I feel glasses coming) from the teeny tiny print and I have hopefully finished the book and didn’t just fall fast asleep in the kitchen to be woken up by Steve just before bed time…

Well I did indeed finish the book and it ended incredibly abruptly. I am still not all that sure that the ending fitted the pace of the book but methinks that Mr Wallace Stegner got to the end of the letters that he was pilfering to write his book and ran out of things to say…who would know…I guess I will find out when I read another one of his books from Mary Anne Schafer’s list as he is represented more than once and the next book will be all of his own content. I also need to add that we walked 4km this morning with the dogs and my knee is still functioning so I figure that means it is on the mend and Bezial can sigh a happy sigh of contentment once again because everything is as it is supposed to be on Serendipity Farm. It’s not only his owners who are adverse to change…