When Roger and I met in the Canadian Arctic, we enjoyed the company of several fine people. Like any amazing adventure, you gain new friends and life changing experiences. And Greg has been part of all of that. Early on in our adventures at Crockern, Greg wrote me in an e-mail, “So let me get this right…..You were this girl living in Hoboken, New Jersey. You went on a trip to the Arctic. You met a guy from a group of men, who go wildlife spotting. You fell in love and moved to England, and now you have a house in bumfucknowhere!!! How absolutely brilliant!!! Bet you a million bucks you never thought your life would turn out like that!” (https://crockernfarm.wordpress.com/2012/07/24/dartmoo/)
Since our very first summer, Greg, his wife Anita, and their daughter Rosie, have come to visit for a day. Last year, I posted a photo blog of Rosie’s visit. (https://crockernfarm.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/rosies-big-adventure/) This past August, they came for their annual visit and Rosie immediately put herself into the role of living at Crockern.
At the energetic age of 3.5 years, Rosie led us all in a full day of exploring Crockern and the surrounding area. We took a walk up onto the Moors, got stuck in with some gardening and animal husbandry, walked Sam, fed chickens, looked for eggs, tended potatoes, and then waded in the river.
Again, Greg has provided a collection of photos, a day in the life of Rosie.
While we enjoy the easing into autumn with crisp morning air, earlier sunsets and the departure of the swallows and house martins, we are turning our attention to more projects inside. The downstairs is in the final stretch and we’ve ordered the bathroom fixtures. I can’t help but wonder how skilled Rosie might be with painting walls and laying tiles?