I am now happily installed in Windsor House. They say that moving house is the third most stressful thing that can happen to a person after bereavement and finding out that Tim Relf is more popular than you are.
Normal service resumes - I promise that there will be no more entries on the subject of moving house. Hopefully I will have time to start reading a newspaper and watching television again - I notice that the blog entries have become a bit introspective of late. In the winter I show a bit more interest in the rest of the world.
With everything going on, it is very fortunate that the weather has been perfect for farming. We are making much better progress that we have any right to expect. We are now in our fourth field of potatoes which is Nicola, a salad variety. You will have to be patient, Tim - I haven't got any yield data on that one yet.
Last night I went to the MacFarmers Ball in Boston, (the Mac stands for Macmillan and not McDonalds - I'm not putting a link for that one on here). The house move (see, I told you I wouldn't mention it again) means that my clothes are spread all the county. I couldn't find my best dinner suit (I have three for some reason, I'm like Bertie Wooster) or a pair of black shoes. I had to borrow a pair of my dad's which were two sizes too big for me. For me there's nothing better than getting dressed up in some oversized shoes and blundering about at a ball with two pints inside me - I looked like a contestant on It's a Knockout.
The shoe thing meant there was no dance floor odyssey last night - I stopped a the bar talking about potatoes instead.
I'm giving a talk to a farmers meeting on Wednesday night and I usually totally humiliate myself when I do that so that should have some blog material in it. But first I'm heading to Holland tomorrow so hopefully there will be news from that too. If your really lucky I might be able to photograph a kitten in a pair of clogs eating some edam; that would really get the reader figures racing.
Ha! I think there is a small self-serving cheat going on here (not that I blame you), with your link to Tim's site being in fact one to your own. As I say...ha! I'm not enamoured of the ickle kitty photos, but Tim's blog is fab fun, and thanks to him, I've now found you too.
Well spotted Mopsa, I've resorted to playing dirty. I have had a quick look at your blog too http://mopsa.blogspot.com/. On first impressions your blog looks as though it is on the right side of whimsical (but facing towards rather than away from the whimsy). You are clearly an old hand a blogging so I'm looking forward to having a good read of it.
Matt
Good luck on the nicola.. last year when i 1st got my plot i tryed growing them and it resultued in me sending a very stroppy letter to the potato supplier (whom i DO NOT use anymore, i use scottish potatoes) as the potatoes got blight!!! It wasnt there fault i njust needed someone to blame. Goodm luck on the potatoes anyway, while shooting in scotland i was watching quite a few harvesting there potatoes and they seemed to be looking good!!
I've bricked my laptop at least temporarly, so I haven't been privy to the entire blog-stat smackdown. But I see that Mr. Relf has gone on link safari today and in your previous posts you've linked mostly to him. Better reconsider your strategy.
I'll also confess that Mr. Relf's blog is on my blog roll thanks to a kitten post (well, a kitten/Hitler post...that whimsy thing again). I'll even that out first chance.
You're kidding... you were at the MacFarmers' do???
So was I... the awkward looking photographer with nobody to talk to all night...? Didn't take your photo did I?
You would have heard your lens crack if you had