Notes from a small holding on the edge of the moor: the hedge, the wall, the hens, the weather, and whatever else needed doing that week.
Late cut this year, after the yellow rattle had set seed.
Set off in sun and was in cloud by the second cairn.
After three days of rain the beck came up over the footbridge, which has not happened since the year the alders came down.
The wood below the house is white with it for about three weeks.
The top hinge had worked loose from the post and the gate was dragging a groove in the track.
The hawthorn along the lane had grown leggy and gappy, so this was the winter to lay it.