Now that sounds a wee bit melodramatic doesn’t it … and a bit like something dreadful must be happening. But it isn’t at all. The sun rises and sets. We potter along. We now have the complete set of
the point of things
thoughts on a terrace, a cross stitch and a flannel nightie
The first thing we did at Wombat Hill on that wintery August day, almost three years ago, when we settled on this piece of land, was to plant two apple trees and a mulberry. The mulberry tree has grown enormous
before i go to work
Ah work. I truly love being a nurse – at times a shift can be dreadfully stressful, exhausting, seemingly never ending and insurmountable – those shifts are usually worked on the general medical ward! But being a paediatric nurse
messy sewing
This weekend we welcomed a new babe to Wombat Hill Farm – our first wee cria! That’s a baby Alpaca for those of you who have not yet met one :-) I was at work when this miracle unfolded –