Actually it was one man, two man, three man and the dogs and child! This was an experiment. Having seen eighty year olds mowing their meadows by hand and with the rising cost of oil I thought I´d give it a go! Let´s just hope we find an alternative because it was not fun and what was a small meadow became very big! In the end we cheated and got the petrol strimmer out because it was such hard work cutting, sharpening and cutting again. Man power is the key. Rain was forcast so it had to be gathered in after a few days so there was little time to recover.
The hens are free to roam in the mornings only as the birds of prey, mainly falcons, are out in force in the afternoons. They forage away on whatever takes their fancy and are waiting for their bran mash at 1pm to be put into their run under the apple tree.
The garlic had to fend for itself like most things and the first crop was harvested. In the picture is Spanish Garlic which was put onto some fairly poor soil between some strawberries but the results are not bad. The English garlic did not fair so well having been put on even poorer soil which baked in the sun.
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