Something more pleasant this week.
The sheep are all doing well, no lambs yet. I am about to submit my latest short story. It isn’t historical, nor was the last one I submitted. In a previous lifetime I was a volunteer at pre-Olympic horse trials, so my protagonist is, too.
I was lucky enough to see the mill equipment all torn up being refurbished for spring opening of the water system. The stones are apart, the metal bits and pieces strewn around. Some parts have gone off to be re-forged. Once it is back together we can open the water system and start grinding again.
I can’t begin to explain what a joy it is to dress in period clothes and use actual water power to make food.
I spent part of the winter researching the grains that were grown locally. I hope this means that we will start growing our own grain. We could never grow enough for all the grinding we do, but it would be exciting to show the whole process.
We will be shearing sheep at Newlin by hand April 16, and using electric clippers at Greenbank on April 30.