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Sunday 16 January 2022

Well that's 2021 out of the way! A Review.

Who'd  have thought  I'd be sitting here in 2022 with the world in such a strange place?

Just for a while it seemed like everything was getting back to normal but the Covid waves just keep coming. I think there's room for optimism for 2022, though I'm not sure the world steadily reverting to its old ways is really such a great thing.

Blog-wise, I've  been very quiet for 2021. It's not that I've been inactive, quite the opposite in fact, but it has on occasions needed a steely resolve to keep optimistic. But as ever I have been very much looking to the future, researching, learning, trying new ideas and moving forwards with our self-sufficiency. I find that making plans for the future is a great way of dealing with the present when it's not going too well.

2021 - An overview.

LOCKDOWN. FLOCKDOWN. DELTA. ZOOM. FOREST GARDENING. A NEW PUPPY.  HAYMAKING. POOR HARVESTS. APPLE PRESSING. TWITCHING. NEW FRIENDS. FLOCKDOWN. OMICRON.

A bit more detail, if you want.

My life is split into three parts: Teacher; Smallholder; Twitcher. 

So here are the three stories of 2021:

School Report, 2021
We began the year in lockdown, teaching by Zoom from an improvised office in the living room. The world was a very uncertain place. Along came vaccines and by the summer all felt back to relative normal. But then we jumped from Delta straight to Omicron and insecurity returned to take us to the end of the year. 

School has been very tricky and was finally hit by Covid in a significant way right at the end of 2021. Even Zoom briefly raised its head again! Fortunately it was inconvenient, stressful but never quite felt as life-threatening as pre-vaccine and pre-booster times. The children have been absolutely brilliant and, with the help of some very caring and hardworking adults, have as ever been inspirational with their resilience and adaptability. For the most part they have come through and bounced back in style, hopefully to become a wiser generation than what has preceded them.

For the time being though, masks have made a comeback and the twice weekly tests seem more important again.

Smallholding 2021
The year started with lockdown and flockdown. Add flooded fields to the equation and it really was a bit of a struggle. Spring put in a brief early appearance to raise hopes but from there - and I don't want to put too much of a dampener on it - the growing year really failed to ever get going.


In fact I have never managed to produce so little from the plot. We somehow managed to have precisely the wrong weather at precisely the wrong time all  through the year. By October I was already looking ahead to 2022.

It wasn't all bad though. A major new venture began with dipping my toes into the world of perennial crops. Before I knew it I was diving headlong into creating a full-scale forest garden. I needed something to get my teeth into to distract from what was metaphorically (and sometimes literally) a year of trudging through mud.


This has been a wonderful journey and I have created the beginnings of a very special food-growing area, a kind of forager's supermarket. Being almost all perennial crops, it will take a while to establish which is all well and good as it's going to take a while to learn to make the most of all the new foods, most of which even I had not previously heard of.

One reasonable success in 2021 was the orchard, particularly the apples. We finally acquired an apple press and quite fortuitously managed to get hold of an unused second hand pasteuriser for the juice.

I also got quite distracted by the acquisition of 160 paving slabs, which were quite an effort to transport in several journeys along Fenland's bumpy roads. This came after being gifted a boot load of rather smart edging stones.

As a consequence the polytunnel has undergone quite a transformation, as has the herb garden.

Early summer saw a new arrival on the smallholding. Meet Monty, a real bundle of energy! Despite their shared Dachshund genes Arthur took a while to accept him. Boris on the other hand has been rejuvenated. Monty absolutely loves  him.


Into the summer holidays and I got into full-scale practical mode. A protracted spell of dry weather tempted me into producing some of my own hay using the scythe. The actual grass cutting was hard but honest work, but the process of turning and drying the hay was lighter work than I had anticipated. For me, producing our own hay by hand is one of  the holy grails of self-sufficiency. I know it's a bit romantic and nostalgic. I know it would be easier with machinery, but scything is a magical activity. Not just good outdoor exercise, but it is somehow quite meditational, a great mindfulness task.

With the decision that scything and haymaking will be firmly on the calendar in the future, I decided to make a hand baler. This developed into a labour of love and I have created a truly beautiful monster!

Spurred on by this, I decided to refurbish all the chicken houses and to put them on wheels - not just any wheels though, wheels which can be raised and lowered. Woohoo! It looks simple but believe me it was quite a learning process. We now have three very mobile chicken houses as well as a mobile bird hide (ex rotting shed) which is currently residing halfway down the land.

We have cut down on poultry numbers this year, mainly because bird flu and winter confinement seems to be an annual occurrence now. So we brought in meat chicks and meat ducklings at  just a few days old and raised them 'for  the table'. This way they have a short but happy life and we cut down on housing and feed costs over winter, when the daily routines of looking after livestock do occasionally lose their appeal as you trudge around in the  mud breaking ice with numbed hands.

The turkeys however have different ideas. They have been intent on taking over the smallholding. Our two experienced hens found fantastic places to sit on eggs and produced 21 youngsters between them. Two younger hens shared a nest and managed to produce three. We raised some of the young for meat but sold quite a few as young birds to fellow smallholders.
But then, while I was away on Shetland in early October, a presumed lost female, one of the experienced hens, appeared with 16 more poults for us!




We did not breed the sheep this year. We had quite enough stress without lambing to add to it. The older ewes need to go on a journey now, as does our ram who is related to all the girls. So they have spent the year as lawnmowers and are currently eating their way through the world's supply of hay.

We have always been very involved with the local Smallholders Club, but 2021 was a very bumpy year. Somehow I have gone from dropping my involvement early in 2021 to standing again as Co-Chair with Sue for 2022. Just don't ask!

We did manage a couple of meetings in between the waves.


I have met some fabulous smallholders this year with a wealth of experience and a huge spread of knowledge. We have enjoyed learning form each other and planning the self-sufficiency revolution. I have even learned how to use my chainsaw and am now not quite so scared  of it!

So that's my smallholding year, not a hugely successful one but one where many acorns have been sown (not literally). I am full of optimism for 2022.

Twitching 2021
It was an odd year for birds but as usual it gave me some great excuses to disappear off to far flung corners of Britain. We had a few absolutely mega rarities, including a real crippler from America which had us tiptoeing around Covid regulations early in the year and a first for Britain which earned me a speeding ticket in a race to Devon for an evening charter boat to Lundy Island. It was worth it as the bird did an overnight bunk. An albatross settled on Yorkshire cliffs for the summer and proved very popular. 




But the autumn migration, what we all wait for, was almost non existent on the East coast, hardly a bird to be seen. Every few years I make the pilgrimage to Shetland for a week in the autumn. This year our accommodation was grandiose, a lighthouse nonetheless. Birdwise it was quiet, with bird of the trip going to a butterfly, a Monarch all the way from across the Atlantic. 


For my second trip in a row we found ourselves scrambling to get off the islands with news of a rare bird back in England. An unlucky combination of weather and school holidays meant we were slow to find a way off but all  turned out well in the end as we connected with  a Long-toed Stint in Yorkshire, a bird so overdue that I was beginning to doubt I would ever see one.

The year ended with a bird which left me incredulous when I first saw the news, a Varied Thrush from America found on Papa Westray, one of the Orkney Isles, only the second ever in this country and a bird which many doubted would ever turn up again. Quite a stunner too!



So that was 2021. If you've got this far, sorry if I've left you depressed. 
The year ended with balmy record temperatures on New Year's Eve. The bees came out for the day and we spent the day in tee-shirts. 




And to finish, a couple more doggy pictures for those who like them.



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