Chaff
By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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Chaff

It's a mild sunny morning and Charlie has rested, I am optimistic that many jobs on the farmhouse are going to be near completed today.

Charlie made a significant dig into the poly tunnel muck, loading and transporting five trailers up to the top of the paddock. I cleaned the farmhouse, the amount of dust in the carpet is incredible, emptied the chocked up hoover several times. We noticed work has begun setting up the Roberton show.

Hurdles are up for Roberton Show

Visited a Woodside Plant Centre, the establishment was sieving with animosity, more so in their Birdhouse Tearoom, Charlie purchased coffee and strawberry cheesecake as I caught two workers eyes whilst they were having a conversation about us. This happens every time we revisit a place, more so after a duration of time. We bagged chaff for the sheep, and packed two other bags, rich in wheat, for our elderly neighbour [also socially isolated] who enjoys feeding birds in his garden.

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