Welcome to our smallholding adventure. We’re finally in and I can get this blog up
and running as I intended with lots of pictures and posts about it all.
We moved in on Friday 15th January after a
lengthy and testing few months of negotiations and communications, or sometimes
lack thereof. The actual moving day
wasn’t without events either but that was down to where we had to pick the keys
up from and my lack of road knowledge without a satnav or phone!
We got the tremendously excited kids into temporarily made
beds and by 1am we had moved everything in and all the furniture was in the
room it was intended for, then we finally got to spend our first night in our
new home. It was bliss. It was the best night sleep I have had for a
long time!
Saturday morning saw us unpacking and getting a feel for the
house and the land. Relatives and
friends visited and DH started to erect the fence that we badly needed to
contain the dogs and separate where the horses will be.
I used the Aga for the first time and instantly fell in love
with it. I did bacon, sausages, black
pudding, eggs, fresh tomatoes, toast and mushrooms.
I loved it and felt like I had cooked on it forever.
Not all of our visitors agreed, some looked horrified to learn that
there were no on/off and up/down buttons as such. I ,in the meantime, felt perfectly at home and
thorough enjoyed making Aga toast which I’ve read so much about!
The dogs made themselves at home immediately. I am so pleased Buddy, the Labrador, made it
to the farm. One of the big things for
me, was seeing him roam freely, off the lead and enjoying the freedom of our
land. He’s a temperamental with other
dogs and for that reason has to stay on the lead. He responds well to recall when it’s just us,
but put a strange dog in the mix and I would worry. He’s been poorly on and off this year and
currently has a concoction of tablets to keep him upright but they have given
him a new lease of life. Buddy
thoroughly recommends this new lifestyle!
He has grown fond of the puppies though after our careful introductions
over a period of time, and now fully accepts them into his home.
I made my first roast dinner on the Sunday and it turned out
reasonable shall we say. However after
having the Aga serviced on Monday morning, it turned out the ovens weren’t as
hot as they should be and the next time I did Yorkshire puddings, they were
ginormous! Homemade bread and
celebration cakes have been the order of the day for the first week.
I wanted to made sourdough bread using my own starter from
the farm. A starter is flour and water
whisked together for 10 minutes and then left in a sealed container to become
active. The wild yeast in the air which
was captured during the whisking process ferments (is that the right word?) and
activates the starter. You then use a
portion of this to make your loaf. I am
probably teaching my Granny to suck eggs by explaining that, but I only learnt
about it last year and was determined to do it when we moved. However, the started hasn’t started! According to the book I have, it can take a
couple of weeks so I will give it a few more days before trying anything else.
The remainder of the week saw more family visiting, more
fences being erected, chickenville being created, stables being delivered, hay,
straw and bedding being delivered, our first delivery of heating oil and the
remainder of our furniture arriving. We
kept walking around the vegetable plot and in the greenhouse in utter disbelief
that we were finally here and slightly overwhelmed at the possibilities of what
lay before us. That feeling wasn’t a
negative one, it was one where there were too many ideas fighting for priority
in our heads, that we couldn’t process them all! So we went and had a drink or two, to
celebrate instead!
On Wednesday my amazing husband and father put lights up in
the barn where the horses are now housed.
There was electricity but no lights.
That was a huge tick in the box meaning I don’t have to do everything by
torch light! Wednesday afternoon as it
got dark, the stables were delivered.
Without the help of the lovely farmer next door, there is no way we
would have managed to get everything unloaded and to the barn. The artic delivering, would have been able to
get down the lane, but not turn around and go back! So the farmer took the artic in to his yard,
got it unloaded using his telehandler, and then proceeding to help the artic
leave his yard (very boggy in places due to the rain we’ve had and the fact he has
herds of cows there who obviously produce a lot of muck, before bringing the
stables to our barn on the telehandler.
I slipped him a couple notes for his troubles as he took time out to
help us and plan on making him a cake this weekend J.
The stables went up for the most part on Wednesday evening. We had lots of help and it was gratefully
received. DH and my Dad finished them on
Thursday and I put the bedding down late Thursday night (about 10:30pm!) ready
for the first arrivals on Friday morning. By Saturday evening we have 4 full stables and
were happy as Larry but also slightly nervous in that we felt like we had 4
newborn’s in the house, that you need to check on every 5 minutes. The next day the feeling eased and we
thoroughly enjoyed a ride out to test out the local bridleways.
The kids wanted to go fishing over the weekend, so we
willingly obliged and took them to the river that runs round the side of our
property and let them try to catch fish.
We didn’t tell them that we’d eat our hats if they caught anything, as
they had so much fun exploring that the fishing was surplus to requirements in
the end.
On Sunday afternoon my parents came over for tea and I tried
a Sunday dinner again which is when we had the said Yorkshire puddings and it
was lovely if I do say so myself. The
chicken just fell off the bone.
The menu plans have worked and I’m pleased that we’ve
managed to get the pantry stocked quite well so far. I’ve not put too much thought in to what
should go where but I think that will be a work in progress thing as I continue
to use it.
After a lovely week off we returned to work on Monday and
started to adapt our new routines which we’ve fell into nicely so far at least. So now we get in to the thick of the blog –
it’s such a lovely way for me to document what we’re doing to look back on, to
share it with people who enjoy reading or are likeminded about it and to
hopefully gain some good tips along the way.
Starting off with – any ideas what this is for? It’s outside the greenhouse and I am at a
loss as to what they built it for.
Unless they had pots in it and have taken them but why would you build
it like this for pots?
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I have no idea what this is for? |
The plans
for the next few days are:
·
Menu plan – priority.
·
Make shopping list sticking to plan and use
Tesco vouchers.
·
Move compost soil into greenhouse from compost
heap.
·
Buy compost (going to trial some using compost
from heap, some from bag and some a mixture).
·
Visit Durham hens to see what fertilised eggs
they have ready.
·
Make welcoming food for family that are visiting
over the weekend. A key thing for the
house for me, is to make people feel welcome and enjoy the happy home that we
enjoy.
·
Finish unpacking final boxes that will be put
off forever otherwise – this is a night time job for when the day light’s gone.
·
Buy potato seeds for chitting and put them on
utility window (north facing and a good size).
·
Plant seeds identified as Jan/Feb plantings and
create a listing for what’s been planted.
·
Take photos of vegetable beds and create a
map/plan of plot.
·
Figure out the thermostat that is in the
greenhouse – looks like a good piece of kit but can we heck find out where the
on switch is (mains powered and lead goes in to ground).
·
Try to convince DH that we don’t need to wait to
start on the pig rearing plan.
That’s it
for today. I feel so happy getting all
of this down on paper. We have achieved
so much in this last week or two and every second has been thrilling, inspiring
and eventful! I am slowly getting used
to not having to leave the home area once I arrive home, which I used to do
every night to do the animals a ten minute drive away. I want to capture every minute of it, but as
that’s not possible, and you would soon get bored, I’ve decided to do a
personal memory bank. In the kitchen we
have a jar of “farm memories” which we are going to fill up with items we want
to remember and on New Year’s eve, we will open it and happily reminisce about
the year gone by. Our first year in our
new smallholding. Perfect.