Friday, September 28, 2007

Lunch for the [deputy] landlord...

Baked beans, cottage style.

Two pork ribs, trimmed off a bit to make supper tomorrow, and a piece of smoked bacon, chopped - browned over the fire for 5 minutes or so.

Added a chopped onion, garlic, then a few minutes later, a tablespoon of brown sugar.

Opened tin of tomatoes - and sod it, the new 99p tin opener doesn't work. Curse Robert Dyas then open tin with brute force.

Add 'tin opener' to the shopping list chalked onto the mantel piece.

Added tomatoes to pan. Wiped the fine spray of tomato juice from my face. I probably look like Paul Bettany in Gangster No. 1. The tin died hard...

Added black pepper, bay leaf, majoram - no salt, salt hardens beans.

Added bowl of white beans soaked overnight and water from kettle.

Brought to boil for 10 minutes.

Now, if I had a hay-box, i'd have slid it in there and left it for 4 hours. I don't, so the pot went into the lpg stove in the back-kitchen.

Mmm - lovely smells. Time for breakfast, and a 2 hour stint at the keyboard

Only two hours work today - i'll have to do better tomorrow. Most of the day was taken up with learning to drive a landrover, then carrying stuff up to the cottage in it - an old windsor chair, a zinc chest to store food in, etc.

Home made baked beans taste remarkably like heinz, oddly enough.

Picked a pocket full of blackberries on the way home - i'm eating them with greek yogurt.

Called home to hereford - it's still summer down there as far as the fruit is concerned.

Reading: Five Red Herrings by Dorothy L Sayers. Silly book. Nothing like as strange and funny as Nine Tailors. Just a lot of unlikable suspects and some train timetables. And almost NO Bunter...

I wonder if I should learn learn to fly-fish. There's salmon in that river..

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Bah - turns out I can post to this blog from the cottage, but not moderate or comment - so that will just have to hang on until I have babysitting duties at the bottom of the hill and can use a real computer.

Meanwhile, either:
A - it's a mild night.
B - i'm toughening up.
C - the place is finally warming through.
D - any combination of the above.

I know this to be the case as I just found myself with no clothes on while getting ready for bed. Didn't manage that when I was here in july!

The pop-pop-snap-hiss of a log fire is one of the loveliest sounds in the world. Seriously.

Just clocking off - 4 hours work on step-outline, trying to make sense of the different stories that make up the whole.

Nice egg and a pot of tea, then a few chapters of Bleak House, which i've had on the go since I got stuck overnight at JFK overnight in June.

Landlord climbing up for lunch tomorrow, so I am soaking beans.

Have to remember to borrow the sewing machine on Saturday and finish putting curtains up before I freeze.

I've cracked under the strain of living wild.

I just caught myself collecting sheeps' wool from the gate to leave out for my mice, so they won't be tempted to carry off my socks. Commit me, now.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

I and da mice are v v cosy

It's 8.30, and almost dark (still some reflected light in the sky).

As of 5pm yesterday I am now living full-time in the Stone Caravan. October. Bloody awful timing - although, to be honest, August was almost as cold!

The composting loo is working, the water filter is doing its work and the fire seems to be just warm enough for comfort – although I am looking at a pot belly stove that I can install in a month or two...

Just went to make tea and found a disgruntled mouse in the recycling bin. I had to help him out, which probably induced a mouse-sized heart attack of terror...

Monday, September 17, 2007

Running a live test…

I am updating this by email from the North Cloister of Westminster Abbey (a delightful spot with a healthy draft and a fairtrade coffee offering to mitigate the chill of the stone seating.

It's good to know that the Abbey still resembles nothing so much as a national auction house, the bays are crammed hugger-mugger with beds, chairs, stacked portraits, chipped busts and broken vases, all in magically odd conjuction with each other. There is the same tender shock at recognising long dead affection in the portrait of a child, or a faded postcard from the front, lost in the back of a drawer. Poet's corner is, of course, the book section…

Happy New Year everyone!

Wednesday was the first day of the 3rd Millenium in the Ethiopian Calendar (which is based on the Coptic Church calendar).

I spent Tuesday evening in Trafalgar Square, with what looked like at least 3000 Ethiopians and their friends, partying "like it's 1999" for the very last time.

September is a great time to start the year. It's still warm enough to sit out and barbecue and drink wine at midnight.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Roman Wall Blues
 
 
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.

The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.

The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.

Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.

Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.

She gave me a ring but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.

When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.

WH Auden

Hmmm... I have been trying to find a way to update this on-site, from the hilltop, but Blogger is not really PDA friendly.

I have to solve this, as I will now be on the hill for much longer.

'Cos - I got the bursary!!!!!!!!!! For the next 4 month I am a full-time paid up commissioned writer in a stone caravan.

Just as well - the application process (3 - 4 hours a day writing, on top of a 10 hour working day, with long-haul travel thrown in, for 35 days) - almost finished me. I spent 10 days in a darkened room if conjunctivitis straight afterwards.

I was contemplating giving up one of the following:
  • The long-houred Job (but even eccentric hermits need an income)
  • The Writing (but I would probably go insane)
  • The Cottage...

But, for the next few month I don't have to make that choice...

I was heading up the hill again in a week, to live and write in the cottage over October/November.

I am a little worried about Foot and Mouth. This is a very very hard time for hill farmer, as September is the month when the harvest the lambs, just before the grass on the hill dies back. They are at a standstill, with no cash coming in after a year's work, and no way to feed the excess stock through the winter. Walking through the pastures daily carries minuscule risk, but I don't want to do anything to cause more distress or concern to my neighbours at the moment.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

The long silence is the result...

... of work on a major funding application. Approximately 40 pages of documentation, plus 20 pages of original prose and 8 pages of other writing samples.

It's eaten almost all my spare time, like a shoal of pirhana stripping a cow before it can breath. Most days I stop only to eat, breathe, fetch water and use the (non-composting) loo.

Oh, and to earn the yankee dollar at corporate towers inc.

D Day is May 30th - I've got most of the documentation done, and 15 pages of the original piece - that gives me approximately 20 hours to finish the trickiest part, revise and proofread. I won't be able to redraft the samples - they'll just have to be good to go...

eeek!

June 2 - If I make the deadline, I'll be lying in a meadow full of flowers and flies, talkin' to sheep and drinkin' beer.
June 2 - If I don't make the deadline, I'll be in bed at midday, eating cheese and contemplating a messy suicide attempt

Wierdest feedback from a creative writing class ever

"are you sure they had dogs in Shakespeare's time?"

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

What I did on Saturday










This is a Harris Hawk, and an unexpectedly up close and personal encounter at the magnificent Kielder Water Bird of Prey Centre at Leaplish Water.

Definately worth a visit - Owls of all sizes from Scops to Eagle(or "itty-bitty to ****** HUGE!"), sweet natured vultures, a chatty kookabura, eagles bald and golden, kestrals, falcons....

(The hawk is the one with the tail, I'm the one with the goofy grin.)

Northern Trains Haiku

Imagine this on continuous scroll in LEDS at the end of the carriage transporting me from Hexham to Newcastle.

"The Next Stop is Metro Centre.
This Train is for Newcastle.
This Train will call at Metro Centre and Newcastle
where This Train will terminate.


Poetry in motion....

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Counting up - what has been done to the Stone Sloop to date

I have to say I took on the Stone Sloop in great condition - it has clearly been loved and cared for through the generations, and all those who have known it in the last 50 years speak of it with great affection.

The structure is and was as sound as a 200 year old rubble built structure on a the side of a steep hill can be, and the contents were amazing - all the furniture etc to start, much of it 19th Century originals.

In no particular order:(And remember - there is no mains electricity, no road to bring materials to the house, an interupted water supply, and drainage straight into pasture.... so working methods have to be unconventional at times!)

1.) Water. The cold water tap in the back kitchen is fed by a spring, via a settling tank. The tap frequently blocks because of sediment. The settling tank has been completely flushed, but I think we need to get a "pig's tail" (flexible corkscrew thingie) into the pig to clear it, and then see where we go from there. I bought a freestanding waterfilter - ceramic candles and silver filters, £80. I have now been advised by the Council that the filter plus boiling does render the water fit to drink, although I won't be offering it to pregant women and the vulnerable. I don't mind the taste, as it happens - but I prefer gin.

2.) Fire.
the old range is non functional, and would take too long, too much cash and some seriously heavy gear to restore - all for the pleasure of baking in the old oven. And I own a dutch oven, which works just as well over the coals. So the range stays decorative for the foreseeable future.But the fire itself is essential - so the old firebasket and grate were removed, and a new firebasket welded together by the blacksmith - cost £60. It sits in the void where the original grate was, burns hot and has two stands for pots, so I can cook over it in the evening.In addition the chimney has been swept - which has certainly made the fire draw better, and a old terracotta chimney pot has been added to the chimney stack, to prevent rain getting in and to increase the draught - again, working fine (although the first pot slipped, rolled down the roof and crashed to the ground on the original attempt!)

3.) Floor.
The ground floor was poured concrete - hard on the feet and very very cold. After removing the layers of old carpet to inspect it we had a short conference with the landlord(s) to debate the alternatives, and headed off together to Ikea to buy a wood floor. It cost £450, including insulation, and has made a huge difference to the light levels and warmth in the living room. But it was a BUGGER to lay, and couldn't have been done without the heroic efforts of Arthur, who worked for days in the half light of winter getting it down. The cost of floor and installation was carried by the estate, and is probably the biggest single change to the Stone Sloop in this generation. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

4.) Walls.
Repainted throughout with casein limewash - £80 for materials. It lets the damp through, but that it what it is designed to do.I suspect I'll be repainting every spring, but that's how it goes...

5.) Guttering.
The Guttering on the porch has been moved and rehung - it was channeling water direct on to the kitchen wall, which was soaked through as a result.

6.) Floorboards.
Backbreaking - cleaned with lemon and oil (cost approx £2.50), inch by inch, to pull up as much dust as possible.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

New Photos - all ship shape



Spent a large part of last week on my hands and knees cleaning the wood work with oil and lemon mixed (startling good at picking up engrained dust in the older boards.)

This is what the Stone Sloop looked like on Monday...


Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Nettle Risotto Recipe

Collect young nettle tops (wear gloves!)
Put kettle on to boil.

Dice a little bacon and an onion - I used a newspaper as a cutting board, and disposed of it in the fire - no washing up.

Heat pan on fire, toss in onion and bacon, a splash of olive oil and garlic. Stir until it sizzles.

Add rice, stir until coated with oil.
Add boiling water to cover to a depth of one finger width (approx). Add salt and nettles.

Clap on lid, and move to trivet in front on fire for 10 minutes.

Stir, add butter and pepper.

Eat.

dinner last night

Nettle risotto.
Very tasty. The ruins around the sloop are covered with young nettles, about 3 inches high, which tasted great with rice and butter. Needed a glove to pick though.
Also spotted, but not eaten;
Primrose
Speedwell
Hairy bitter cress
Violets
Cowslips
Grape hyacinths

And baby lambs are ridiculously and unnecessarily cute.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Day 3
I will have to rechristen the cottage. Life her has a remarkably naval feel, very like the routine on the tall ships I was sailing 3 years ago.
7am - hammocks up, fire lit, all decks swept and swabbed, heads cleaned, wooding and watering, captain swabbed in a bucket, breakfast (tea and hard tack).
I will have to install a ship's bell, and a bosun's call to pipe visitors aboard hms Stone Sloop.

Friday, April 06, 2007

still here, all cosied up under the quilt trying to work up the energy to get to the loo and start building the fire. have guest coming for breakfast ...