I cycled down the track to have a look. White, grey, umber, blue, sienna, yellow, two-hundred year old stones basking in the afternoon sun.
Dogs that greet you and are keen to make friends. A farm once neglected but now loved to distraction by D & N. I was caught up in the tangible pride of their ambitions and affections for this place. Practical changes big and small are made here every day.
And a welcome for a stranger who is in awe of the undertaking but no longer a stranger. Scooped up in the sheer joy of this place.
And sounds. As I draw insects buzz, incessant swallow and bees.
And a grunt?
Oh yes, it is either Florence, Flora or perhaps Felicity, three pigs walk up to greet us.
The chickens are far too busy to say hello to anybody this afternoon. No so the geese, and one is bound to lay the egg that shines I am sure. As bold as brass they approach me. Then with guardsmen’s precision follow me. Just to make sure.
Slate new and old glistens in the sun. The dairy parlour and attendant buildings are being given a new lease of life. All designed for cows and calves to be happy when they arrive. Imagine, will then the milk be champagne?
Longridge, full of purpose and a pleasure a this strange keen to chronicle this transformation.
|The new owners are custodians with huge ambitions and affections for this place|