We have at last finished planting the apple trees - Pitmaston Pineapple, Winston, Worcester Pearmain and all - and tomorrow is set fair, or at least only slightly drizzly, to have a good go at the plums and pears. Mary Teresa was heard talking to her trees; we shall see whether it makes any difference. Alison drew the short straw and the long couch grass, and did a sterling job making the tea. Meanwhile, Anthony and Luke were installing rabbit-proof fencing. We have invented the Mucknell Slurry Dance, a kind of hop, step and shake the mud off the welly. But we still have to scrape off large quantities of mud and gravel, and have a good scrub in the trug.
A very kind benefactor provided us with a few bottles of wine, and we duly celebrate the feast of St David at supper. To quote Philip: "Dydd Gwŷl Dewi Sant hapus!"
Between September 2010 and September 2011, I lived alongside an Anglican Benedictine community of monks and nuns. In November 2010, we moved from Broad Marston Manor near Evesham to Mucknell Abbey, a new eco-monastery near Worcester. This blog was about things that I observed and things that interested me. I have now stopped writing it. Thank you to all who were also interested.
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