The weather has taken a turn for the worse. It’s damp and cool. Yesterday I got soaked and likewise this morning. Sunday I was just having a wee nip about five thirty when Andrew asked for a hand haymaking. It was almost dark when we finished but at least the hay got baled before it got wet again. I was going flat out with the hay tedder but not being used to such things had done a hundred yards before I realised I was spreading not rowing. I had to stop and switch all the prongs round. I was soon into the swing of it. Five rows round then up and down the hillside, dodging marshy bits and … citeste mai mult