11th September
More
gunshots this morning. A hunter parked at the end of the lane, and I didn’t want
to take Perla out while he was firing over the fields. The owners of the mill
tell stories of hunters shooting each other more than the game they are chasing,
which sounds both reassuring, thinking of the wildlife, and a little worrying
when considering our own safety. We know the man who, with the help of his dog,
tracks down the animals they do injure but don’t kill. He makes sure they do
not suffer.
We’re
starting on the roundup of “last tasks” – shaking out beds, cushions, sofas,
sweeping floors, dusting, last minute washing of socks and knickers to get us
home feeling clean. Dh has trundled the BBQ down to the Earth Room, (which I am
told has now been renamed the West Room) and is currently out on the tractor cutting
the grass. I am still dead-heading lavender. Tomorrow the Great Packing
Adventure begins.
The heat
has been so intense these three weeks with all but two days in the high thirties that working after 11.30 was impossible,
so there are some things we did not get done that we would have liked to do. Our
holidays here are not the lounge around the pool kind. Dh sanded and
revarnished or Danish-oiled the fence around the pool and the balcony fence. I
pruned the garden that skirts the pool (and got well and truly bitten doing
it!) and we both hacked away at the vegetation so there is a wider view of the
field from the bolly. The pictures are a Before and After record. We wanted to trim the laurels at the back of the mill, take some of the ivy off the trees and tidy the creeper in the east patio, but it wasn't to be.
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