Martha writes:
I've gone back to school.
I am now in my last year at primary - it has been a bit strange as all my friends have already moved onto secondary school.
My dad has been really busy leading all the bales he has done into the Dutch barn for winter, there seems to be a lot of them.
Soon we will have to start sorting out the pigs to go to the bacon factory, a man who keeps an eye on them comes and puts a red mark on them when he thinks they are ready to go.
Me, my dad and mum and sometimes my sister (she doesn’t like doing pigs, they smell) then have to get these out and put them in a separate place for when the wagon comes for them.
This sometimes involves a lot of running around which the pigs seem to enjoy, but not me. When they go onto the wagon my dad has to give them a tattoo so that the factory knows which farm they come from.