Our village envirnomental society is involved in an interesting project close to our house. The owner of the manor has decided she would like a new piece of woodland to be planted on the edge of one of her fields. Our next door neighbour, Bob, lectured in forestry at Oxford University and is in charge of the project, including the acquisition of 800 baby trees from wherever one acquires baby trees from.
My role, along with about 20 others, is to dig 800 holes for the trees exactly where stakes have been hammered into the ground. So in the drizzle and cold this afternoon, that is what we all do. By the time the rain starts falling heavily, we have dug about 500 holes. This is surprisingly back-breaking work, though it gets batter as you warm up.
Other developments could be very positive. It is possible that some of the recent issues at home have a medical aspect. We will know in a few weeks time. Hard to imagine that this is all it is, but there is definitely a possibility that this is the main issue. Two or three years of difficulties could therefore be on the verge of being fixed.
This has certainly cheered me up a bit after a few days down in the dumps
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