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August, 2009:

The Day in the Life of a Wwoofa…

We’ve been here a week waiting to see what a typical day would be like and haven’t yet found it – each one is different. We were Wwoof virgins ten days ago – as far as we were concerned a woof was something that you heard from a dog, but one week at Andy and Sophie’s farm has changed all that.  When we arrived we settled into our own caravan: flowers on the table, beds all made – this took the camp out of camping (in a good way!)  Two veteran wwoofa’s took us on a tour of the farm – the loo with a view (50 miles we reckon!), the burgeoning gardens, the village of yurts and finally the rest of the family: the horses Maurice, Dan and Isla, Bug the dog, a collection of chickens with a frigid cockrel and various multiplying cats.

From tour to table, Andy’s call of supper and the sight of a huge paella accompanied by a couple of bottles of local wine and we realised our notion that we’d be living off a farm labourers meagre diet of homegrown berries couldn’t be further from the truth.  Some cliched expectations did come true though and come 8am we were shovelling shit for a pre-breakfast work out! In these early days we were relegade bottom rank wwoofas but as others left and our days amassed we have graduated to hacking with the horses, baking scones for breakfast and sampling the local market as Andy’s hareem of bag carrying women! (The bag carrying in question was of a live, flapping, crowing and hopefully more virile gentlemen for the lady chooks, with a view to expanding the feathery family.)

At the moment its a scourching 43degrees and luckily Andy and Sophie aren’t slave drivers so we are able to soporiphically lounge about in the shade until the sun starts to go down and we are raring to work again – bottling tomatoes, weeding the garden, planting cabbages and sprouts or back to shit shovelling (you never really grow out of it!) It’s amazing how quickly each day passes and evenings too, spent debating wordly issues over a glass of homemade strawberry vodka under the stars (and Sophies new solar LED fairy lights!) It’s been such fun – we feel part of the family and don’t want to go home!

Progress on the Steps

More steps have been brightened with mosaics.

Mais passos foram iluminados com mosaicos.

mosaic

Bottled Tomatoes / Tomates Engarrafados

We been eating all the veg from the garden – cooking for up to 15 people some nights.

Fomos comer todos os legumes da horta – cozinhar para até 15 pessoas em algumas noites.

Today, Serena and Pandora (yes, more wwoofers!) are bottling a huge basket of tomatoes that I picked from the garden.

Hoje, Serena e Pandora (sim, wwoofers mais!) Estão preservando uma cesta enorme de tomates que eu peguei a partir do jardim.

tomatoes

So, we will have a taste of summer this winter.

Então, vamos ter um gostinho do verão neste inverno.

Kitchen Floor Finished

We finally have the kitchen floor tiled and grouted, thanks to helen and Paul who did the last of it for us.

Finalmente temos o chão da cozinha de azulejos, graças a Helena e Paulo, que fez o último para nós.

kitchen floor

And It Was all Yellow!

yellow

Helen and Paul have been limewashing one of the upstairs rooms – with yellow pigment.

Helen e Paul foram pintar um dos quartos no andar de cima – com cal e pigmento amarelo.

yellow walls

Food / Comida

Mosaic Steps

Paul and Ella and Alice have been mosaic-ing the risers on the steps beside the house, each one different.

Paul e Ella e Alice foram criando mosiacs nos tirantes na escadaria ao lado da casa, cada um diferente.

steps

I think they will look amazing when all the risers are all done.

Eu acho que eles vão olhar surpreendente, quando todos os tirantes são feitas.

steps

New Chicken Pen

Last week we built a new cage, where small chicks will be safe from foxes.

Na semana passada nós construímos uma nova gaiola, onde os pintos pequenos estarão a salvo de raposas.

chick cage

The fence is cemented into the ground so foxes cannot dig under it.

A cerca é cimentada no chão para que as raposas não podem escavar debaixo dela.

chick cage

The roof is also fenced. Complete protection for our future meat source.

Acima também está vedada. A proteção completa para a nossa fonte de carne do futuro.

chick cage

We’ve Made Our Bed – Let’s Lie In It (It’s Comfrey)

Once upon a time there were three wwoofers and a host who wanted more than anything in the world to have a new bed to grow big and strong comfrey plants. So they set out one cloudy Monday morning, with their forks and spades, down the garden path, past the pond and into the realms of Sophie’s Garden.

They found the perfect spot at the edge of the garden just below the vines. But….there was a problem the big nasty, spiky couch grass had invaded the area and was spreading its invasive  roots everywhere. This evil weed had to be banished to a faraway land (i.e out of the garden not even on the compost heap) in order to allow the comfrey to grow and to prevent the couch grass ever returning.

After many hours of digging, weeding, watering and three barrowfuls of magical manure later the bed was ready!!!!!!!!!

The comfrey plants were tucked in tightly and given another drink to live happily ever after and the horrible couch grass was never to be seen again.

The defiant wwoofers and host finished for lunch (yummm) and prepared themselves for their next task of pruning the raspberries.

The End.

I’m a wwoofer get me out of here

It’s hot. It’s sweaty. There are flies. We have to work had to earn our bread. Andy rants. We cry for mercy. There is a cage for naughty wwoofers and bramble bushes for the ultimate scratchy punishment. There is horse shit to shovel and hills to climb and beasts to ride. And we get made to eat loads of rabbit food…

Although the aformentioned may be true (with slight exaggeration), there are so many unexpected delights to be experienced that we could never have prepared ourselves for… The plentiful garden which is so colourful and ripe and delicious; the genorosity and kindness of our hosts; the entertainment and discussions with the other wwoofers; the different culture and language; the beautiful weather; the incredible views; the precious time and nuturing from our hosts.. we no longer feel like visitors but part of a hardworking team that achieve lots each day.

We hurt a lot. But this is mostly from laughing… Andy & Sophie, you have really been the hostesses with the mostesses. Thank you awesome amounts from Ella & Ali.

I’m a wwoofer let me stay here forever.