Windy Yorkshire
So, it's been 2 weeks now, and I think I've settled in to rural life pretty well. I've started getting in to the Bivouac life, living in community, making friends with my small housemates and meeting the locals.
The girls and I are still on formal terms, but I'm getting used to it, even the builders have taken to calling me Hazel Swan.
The cats have taken to me too...apparently them bringing me dead animals mean they like me (FYI, it's not a bow around her neck, look more closely...)
I started a bit of casual work at a local cafe this week in Masham, got £7.50 tips on my first shift, result. I managed to remember how to use the coffee machine and didn't spill anything hot on anyone.
Last weekend I did a bit of exploring around the land, picked some blackberries and made a gross crumble, well, very sweet, I blame the scales as I think I put around 3 times the amount of sugar I should have done in to it. Whoops. Picked some sloes this afternoon, it's sloe gin time again!
Have you heard of geocaching? It's an outdoor treasure hunting game using your GPS. We've discovered there are a couple of these geocaching spots in the woods. Sounds a bit geeky, so i'd probably love it, if you fancy helping me find one when you visit, let me know and we'll do it, oh the fun we could have.
The shack team of builders have been cracking right on with the shacks and have all left this weekend. Since I have been here, Sally, Rudi and Asha (their 9 month baby) have been living in the house with us, and John and Chris have been living in a caravan outside. They have now completed the shell of the first shack and have all gone back to Sussex to cut some more wood up ready for the next 2 shacks and will be coming back up in a months time to get working on the next couple.
Some of my jobs so far have entailed researching yurts, working on our wedding packages and sourcing some bits for the barns.
This week I discovered it gets really rather windy up here. Apparently we are about 800ft above sea level which I guess might have something to do with it, and its the opposite of flat Lincolnshire. At the beginning of the week I watched the trampoline fly across the garden and the other day I was impressed with the strength of the pegs when I discovered I hadn't lost any of my washing.
I've just spent the weekend in Lincoln finishing off my last piece of work for the Volunteer Centre, and now I am ready to get properly immersed in The Bivouac and start making provisions for the winter, getting ready for the snowed in days, might need to pack a shovel in the back of the car.
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