Eric Salop
Elite Member
Good morning all. Chilling winds are dragging clouds down from the north, forecast predicts something will be dropped on us within the hour, not sure if that will be rain or snow.
I finally got around to replacing a rotten strainer post in the corner of a far field that went over in autumn. This is first time the ground has been firm enough to be able to take tools over on the tractor without making ruts.
Twenty yards away from where I was digging is a bridge that once allowed cattle and carts to cross over the railway to the fields on the other side. I may have said before that my first ever view of this place was also from that bridge, I walked over it with the auctioneer's brochure in hand, never expecting to be able to actually buy this piece of land when the farm was broken up for sale. This is a pic taken from the bridge taken on that spring day 18 years ago.
Neither I nor my family have any religious beliefs, so it shouldn't much matter what they decide to do to get rid of me once I am dead. Even so I do have a preference, I would like to be dropped into a hole where the tractor is in the first pic. That will be far enough away from the hedge to dig without having to do battle with tree roots like I did when replacing that strainer, yet still close enough so that the furthest reaches of the oak trees roots can make some use of whatever nutrients they can get from me.
These trees have given me lots of firewood, only fair I give them something in return
I finally got around to replacing a rotten strainer post in the corner of a far field that went over in autumn. This is first time the ground has been firm enough to be able to take tools over on the tractor without making ruts.
Twenty yards away from where I was digging is a bridge that once allowed cattle and carts to cross over the railway to the fields on the other side. I may have said before that my first ever view of this place was also from that bridge, I walked over it with the auctioneer's brochure in hand, never expecting to be able to actually buy this piece of land when the farm was broken up for sale. This is a pic taken from the bridge taken on that spring day 18 years ago.
Neither I nor my family have any religious beliefs, so it shouldn't much matter what they decide to do to get rid of me once I am dead. Even so I do have a preference, I would like to be dropped into a hole where the tractor is in the first pic. That will be far enough away from the hedge to dig without having to do battle with tree roots like I did when replacing that strainer, yet still close enough so that the furthest reaches of the oak trees roots can make some use of whatever nutrients they can get from me.
These trees have given me lots of firewood, only fair I give them something in return
