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Archive for 03/11/2009
No Newts Here!
03/11/2009 by Rosemary.
Rather a testing day today, in more ways than one. Mole Valley Farmers in Yeovil are going to test my soil for me which will be very interesting but first I have to collect the sample which involves several 4inch deep holes in several places around first field. I phoned the man back to ask if it was alright brought in a feed sack but the man then said the total amount should not exceed 1kg - good job he did as I had all ready collected a wheel barrow full. I shall have to start again now but use a teaspoon instead of a shovel.
The Surfers for Sewage have come up trumps with a do it yourself (NB not do it to yourself) fecal sampling kit which I shall be having a go with once Carl has collected it. I managed waste all morning and was having quite a jolly time of it despite the rain and howling gale and then the quad gave up rather spectacularly. There were a couple of pops and then a cloud of smoke came out of the handlebars (at least that is where it appeared to come from); I fully expected this to be followed by a genie about to grant my wish but as there was no genie I have had to abandon the quad.
The vicar called as I was walking back up the field which was kind of him. He did give me a bit of a turn though as he mentioned something I had written on the blog and when I asked him how he knew he said he had read it on the blog! Hope he didn’t read More Tea Vicar!!
I have organised for poor old Spike to be castrated next Tuesday, Carl declined to be present!
Finally, on a surreal note. I do not have and never have had newts. I am newt free. I do not aspire to having newts. There are no newts here - but someone wants me to pay what for me is a considerable sum of money to tell me that I don’t have newts. I am even dreaming of newts now - giant newts in the field. I like newts, in their own habitat - a pond, but I have none and do not desire newts. I don’t have a pond - it is a road run off, not even any good for the ducks that were to go there. Once more I will say, this is a newt free zone.
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