I have just seen this trailer for a new series by Jane Goodall and it looks wonderful.
Although it seems dreadful to utter the C word, we have had our first Charity Catalogues come through the post already so I might as well put it out there that I would like this Series for my present this year:)
Then I can go back to enjoying our wet, Spring-like August and praying for an Indian Summer through September and October to give me some kind of harvest this year. It was too cold, wet and windy to plant out early, not really until late May, and it has come back in July, making for such a short growing season on the top of my hill. The shortest I have every known. I have just germinated some more French Beans and Sugarsnap peas because the last lot have not done well: these will need a couple of days to harden off and then I will plant them out, probably with fleece, to see if I can possibly get a bit of a harvest for the freezer.
Yesterday a photographer from the local paper came to take photos of me and Eddie: he behaved like a pro but I was not very happy about having my own photo taken. The photographer was a lovely young lady who said it made a change from football matches!!
Today I have been clearing piles of papers from several years ago and researching suggested supplements online for therapeutic ketosis and immune support.
Life has thrown us another curveball in that a house we have long had in the back of our minds for our old age has just come on the market. But we cannot bear the thought of leaving our present home for at least four or five years. So what to do? It is unique, as our present house is, has even better views than we do and is just on the edge of the village instead of down the lane in a small hamlet. The last owners of this other house have been there for 35 years so if we do not take the plunge now, will we lose the chance?
It is very expensive which might just take the choice out of our hands; we are having ours valued on Monday. This other house is modern, smaller, and we would want to spend quite a lot and make some substantial changes, but it is on fairly level ground, five minutes from the bus, ten minutes from the doctor and shops, yet has a paddock which would take the geese and ponies, a stable and huge workshop garage, garden shed and is fully dog proofed.
However, it has street lighting which I hate, a busy road running past, and is semi-detached which we are not used to. Oh dear, this is so very hard. I know what I would say to someone else, but it is quite different when it is your own home you might have to leave, which you have loved and rebuilt over 40 years and where all your pets are buried and which has all the plants and trees from friends and family now deceased. Here we just walk out of the gate onto a lane with trees all round, where we feel totally safe, comfortable and at home. But good sense suggests that we think extremely carefully about our decision as in all the years we have been here, we have never seen another house, except for the one now for sale, which has things that we both need and want.
We went to look at it yesterday: it is not surrounded by trees as we are here. When I went to bed last night our owls were hooting and chatting in the big trees outside the bedroom window. Our pheasants and badgers creep over the fields and through the undergrowth and the hedges we planted 30 years ago and wait for us to feed them every evening. How can we leave them?
But, if things go badly for me healthwise in the next little while it would be much easier for me to manage in this other house, and if I die before my husband, he could actually continue on in this new house whereas he says he could not manage here alone. Oh, how hard it is to grow older physically but stay young mentally.
You have to admit that life on this hill is varied!