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.
Laying drops with the light and there is nothing to be done about it short of a bulb in the house, which I do not do.
Late cut this year, after the yellow rattle had set seed.
Four beds in rotation: brassicas where the beans were, roots where the brassicas were, potatoes in the manured bed, and legumes in the bed the potatoes cleaned.
The bottom of the field is always three degrees colder than the top on a still night, because cold air drains downhill and pools where the hedge stops it.
The wood below the house is white with it for about three weeks.
Part of the boundary wall slumped after the wet winter.