The Helping Hands
Our children warn their friends when they are about to visit our farm for the first time - that mum usually has a to-do-list for the weekend and that you are supposed to give a hand if you want to join us for the meal. Some never return and others become part of our detached family. It doesn't mean that you have to work till you can nothing but cry for mercy - it is more like an attitude to want to join and to help. Hey, it is a farm and we believe in doing things together.
This gang helped us to move some sheep. The key is to be many, to have lots of dried bread in paper bags, quick feet and endless patience.
This has resulted to a decenium of unforgetable memories and you never know when you might need a letter of reference of agricultural experience.
The more, the merrier and after a conducted tour we have reached our destination, Home.
If you miss some challenge in your life or want to feel connected to the real life, here we are! Shall I set a plate for you, too? I have a new list for every weekend.