Another cold and gloomy sort of a day but I'm getting along like a house on fire with appliqué and my new sewing machine...so I ignored the weather and played instead...
Himself took Millie and Bobby down to check on Adam and Ann's cottage and met with the children...Alex was about to go fishing with Jamie, they both had a pocketful of worms...Jack was skateboarding in the road still wearing his jammies and dressing-gown, this being mid-afternoon...and Caitlin was trying to tidy the kitchen...
Princess had trodden on Tilly and squashed her into the mud...she seemed alright, apart from being totally filthy and she squeaked, which she would when you think...Nancy had mud up to her eyeballs but enjoyed playing with Millie...Millie had taken her play bone with her and Nancy thought chasing after that was great fun, especially when she reached it before Millie did...
Jamie is apparently loving living in the caravan though I would think he wouldn't dare say otherwise after all the fuss and palaver getting it down there...he does only sleep in it...they won't let him do any cooking in there for obvious reasons...chip pans and fires come to mind.
Himself told Caitlin again to come down to us if she needs any help...she's thirteen going on forty-three and seems perfectly capable, but she says she will of course. We personally think she ought not be saddled with the responsibility...she has to look out for Jamie as well 'cos he can be daft, but we need to tread softly and not blatantly interfere unless it becomes essential...it's a fine line isn't it?
Jack and Neddy have had to go into the other big barn...the one they were in was well sheltered from the wind and such-like but the walls ooze moisture when it rains and they're getting worse...there's an interesting assortment of lichens and ferns growing on the inside now and the floor is awful wet underfoot. The other barn has a solid concrete floor and the walls...although stone built...are sound. I don't know what animals Mikey kept in there, but when we first moved here we found dozens and dozens of old shirts stuffed around the space where the roof meets the walls...all were totally shredded and fell to bits when we touched them...mice and rats and time had done that I suppose...
It was Christina, the Swedish archaeologist, who told me to search old walls and the gaps left where trees have fallen over...all manner of ancient goodies can be found...thick green glass bottles...clay pipes... whet stones, they are shaped stones used for sharpening scythes and such-like...I've found dozens of those. Sometimes there'll be an old newspaper...we've found one which had articles about the Second World War...another had a report about Amundsen reaching the South Pole...
The best object I've ever found was jammed into a wall surrounding a derelict cottage over the fields from here...it was a perfectly sound earthenware pot used for holding poiteen...and we've also found those huge black cauldrons used by every cottager over the open fires to cook the tatties and the stews...they are usually half buried in long forgotten potato patches...
Then there are the horse and donkey shoes...dozens upon dozens of those...crammed into gaps in the old stone walls...almost hidden in a clump of ivy growing on an old tree...or simply dug up while planting something.
I've done it again...started off on one topic and veered onto another...never mind.