One of the things that takes up a great deal of my time, at the moment, is roughly two acres of land, half a farmyard, that we are slowly converting to a garden.
A lot of what we are still doing is very basic landscaping, planting trees, designing a use for different parts of the land – getting to know the place. For the last eight months now I have been collecting all sorts of odds and ends that I’ve found around the place, signs of life in a working farm. The things that I’ve found – quite a few bones of various animals, needles for injecting cows, and shards of whisky bottles – are forming quite a picture of what farming is, or has been in the past: after all, these items could be less than two years old, or possibly 150, for all I know.
It is curious trying to paint a picture of a life based on items found in a small piece of land: it’s all there to be interpreted, depending on the extend of one’s imagination. It could turn out to be fact or tall tales, and I’m thoroughly enjoying the process of contemplating the secret life of farmers.