Sorry that it has been a while since I've sent a blog. A lot has happened, with our garden opening a holiday down on Exmoor and at good old Blue Anchor with 2 of the grand daughters.
But the saddest news of all was the sudden death of our neighbour Bryn. Back in June we had attended a meal to celebrate his 90th birthday, so he was a very good age, but the manner of his death was a shock being in a car crash on a Saturday afternoon.
His farm was the next property up the valley, not visible from ours, we are rather spread out over here. He lived up there with Moss his dog tending his small flock of about 60 ewes, had had his best lambing he could remember. He was the third generation of his family at the farm, a bachelor and only child, his nearest relatives being cousins. To step into his farm and house was to return to an earlier age. He proudly told me they had had the first tractor in the valley, a grey fergie in the early 1950s, it was the only tractor he ever owned, passing it on to a vintage tractor enthusiast last year. When I asked if he missed the horses, he surprised me by saying, no he was grateful for the reduced workload. He had lived a hard life in his hill farm but always seemed so content with his lot. Often seen in his old red ford fiesta, loved his driving and carefully maintained it, parking in the tin garage on the roadside before walking across the valley to his farm. The photo is taken from near the garage, so you can see the length of the walk he had, access to the farm was by tractor, quad or 4x4 only. I 'll describe more next time.