Saturday, 14 June 2014
An Ordinary Saturday
Today was our village coffee morning in the village hall - usually on the first Saturday in the month but this month postponed for a week because last Saturday was our village Feast Day when the children run races on the Village Hall field, there is a party tea for them in the village hall and fun and games in the evening. Last Saturday it poured with rain but it didn't seem to have stopped the enthusiasm and I understand that everything went ahead as planned and was a great success.
So coffee morning this morning, always a jolly occasion where we meet lots of folk we don't see at any other time (especially me as I live a mile out of the village). The people who run it work very hard; there is always a raffle, run by M and J, who arrive early to set everything up on the table. I always contribute but rarely have the tickets as a lot of the prizes are chocolates (must avoid those or I shall begin to pile back the pounds), or wine (don't drink it). Today there was an extra stall selling home-baked quiches and puddings. I bought a lovely rhubarb and custard quiche and we had some at lunchtime - jolly good and quite different.
The farmer is helping friend and neighbour G to bring in the silage bales. If they are left out in the fields, when they are wrapped the crows peck at them and once the air gets in the whole idea of silage is defeated.
So Tess and I were able to stroll round the fields as the grass had been cut. Pleasant walk until we went through one stile only to find that the farmer had let some frisky young heifers into the field to pike (eat the grass round the edges), so we beat a hasty retreat.
There are still patches of wild flowers in the hedge bottoms, in particular Germander Speedwell (bird's eye) which I love for its clear blue colour.
That is the majority of first cut silage in and stacked. Each time this happens (there is at least one more cut to go, two if we are particularly lucky) there is a sigh of relief. This food for Winter is a vital source of nutriment for all the cattle when they are indoors as they are for about six months of the year here.
Our television channels have been taken over by World Cup Football. Can I say here and now - and I will say this only once (I promise) - I couldn't care less about football. I just wish the news wasn't deferred until ten minutes past seven in the evening to accommodate it. Having said that, the news is so depressing at the moment that I don't feel like watching it at all.