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I just took a ride
In a silver machine
And I’m still feeling mean
Do you wanna ride see yourself going by
The other side of the skyLyrics (c) Hawkwind. Lemmy sang on that one, you know, before he was kicked out of the band.
OK, so I fibbed a bit. I didn’t get the opportunity to take any photos at the Chilli Farm last week, but in all fairness the plants are still in a very early stage. I’ll try harder this week 🙂
I am no longer White Van Man, having waved goodbye to the Chillimobile and said hello to the Silver Machine…which is big, French and has a big nose. Should really be called Gerard. It has a vast number of miles on the clock but seems like it’s been looked after pretty well, so hopefully it’ll keep me going for a while now. It almost has enough oomph to pull up hills as well, which is a bonus. Almost.
I was at Lackham College Lambing weekend on Saturday. It was really nice to see so many families out for the day, with loads of kids getting a taste of farming life. I didn’t get the chance to see the lambing sheds myself, but I did say hello to a flock of piglets (or whatever the collective noun is) and was treated to a backdrop of very noisy turkeys all day. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, the sun was out, picnics were being eaten, and the ice cream van was doing a roaring trade – especially after a few of my customers tried the Septenary sauce. Really, really, really must remember to ask for commission from Mr Whippy. He owes me.
Sunday was of course Mother’s Day so lots of people were out and about, and I was at Bradford-on-Avon Farmer’s & Artisan Market. Out and about as well were plenty of squirrels, hence the rodenty photo above. Somehow I ended up with the pitch under the archway, which was the coldest place in the market, and also a bit shabby. It’s not my favourite spot – there’s nowhere to hang your banner, and being out of the sun on a nice day is hardly conducive to getting customers to stop at the stall. Still, trade was steady and as always I met loads of lovely people, including someone that wants to use our chillies to make beer. Now you’re talking.
It’s financial year end for me today, which means large amounts of paperwork. Such fun. I’ve just re-analysed my cashflow forecast and am now actively considering selling a kidney. Still, once my accountant weaves his magic I’m sure it’ll look less scary. We can always hope!
So what does the week hold, apart from (boo hiss) some rain in the weather forecast? A bit of a chill out today and tomorrow, then off to help Jamie do some cooking at the Farm on Wednesday. Lots of markets this coming weekend, starting on Thursday – Bristol Temple Quay, Tidworth, Devizes and Marlborough – so I reserve the right to be cream crackered by Sunday evening and in need of an adult beverage.
Somewhere in the middle of that lot is a quiz night at the local cricket club, where I shall be attempting to answer such nuggets of trivia as ‘who played Mindy in Mork & Mindy‘ and ‘which famous TV show was almost called Owl Stretching Time’? This is the sort of rubbish that lodges in my head. Is it any wonder I never made it to the higher echelons of an IT career?
(Pam Dawber and Monty Python’s Flying Circus, in case you were wondering).
Time for lunch, Bargain Hunt and a bit of a snooze. I may even leave the house after that. Rock and roll, eh?
Have a good one, keep the peace and watch out for spaghetti trees.
The Chilli Hobbit 