starting

apart from small jobs like popping up some electric fencing for our sows, the first real, serious work has started….all the old, blocked drainage ditches are being cleared and reinstated, along with new pipework to drain the boggy part of the top field; the tired, twangy cow fencing torn down and reposted and strung with wire….its the haircut you dont realise you need, and the place feels invigorated, awake

the smallest river of the two, the wolf, is perhaps more a tributary of the large otter than river enough in itself, yet much of the historical activity of the place seems to have centred around it….theres a sluice, a weir, remnants of an old bridge with walls angled peculiarly, intentionally, for some unfathomed task….part-excavated in clearing the ditch draining the top field into the wolf, hopefully the records office will reveal more….and the kingfishers seem to like it, waiting until youve stopped looking to fly, only singing yards later, timed perfectly that you catch the blue but little form