So I am back on the estate. Making firewood as usual. But also helping them restore the farm house I am staying in. It's an utter mess inside. But outside, it's starting to come together.
This is actual white washing with lime. No wonder Huck Finn didn't wanna do it. It burns!
This is what the wood pile next to the farm house looks like after I haven't fed it for 5 months:
In the middle of that arch is an homage to the goat they used to let roam on the estate that someone left them to retire here.
Here name was rosie - she actually just fell dead right at the wood pile a couple of months back:
I recall one evening walking back to the house from the forestry when Rosie came out at me from the bushes to welcome me. Startled the crap outta me!
It's was then I realized I am no match for a leopard or a jaguar in the jungle if a nearly dead goat can sneak up on me while she's chewing her weeds.
We still have loads of wood, mostly oak, seasoned sitting about ready to burn, so we'll be OK for the winter: