Feast

Today we shifted sand, returned cement mixers and lugged straw. The aim was to clear out the shed for the party, by moving straw up to the sauna platform. We finally found a route that the tractor could handle, and devised a way of getting the trailer between the house and the raised beds without tipping into the pond.

We only managed to fit half as many bales onto the platform as I had hoped, but there's now enough space for dancing. Tools and bikes will have to find a temporary home.

Megan came home tired and equipped with pans & plates for her student life. Then she finished off making her Persian feast (with help from all) - salads, dips, kofta, bread and more.

Owen left, Johnny strimmed, Meg's sailing friend arrived and the sun shone. And I am aching - good honest straw bale aches.