The Indian summer continues. And my back continues to allow me to work gently. Today I pick raspberries, re-stack squashes in the barn, and harvest potatoes. The raspberry canes have fallen over and intertwined, and the only way of accessing the fruit is to tunnel under them, and then stand up randomly along the row. But a more scenic spot for picking could not be imagined. I harvest half a small bucketful and take them to the kitchen team for processing.
I moonch around, trying out the various sunny sitting spots and keeping out of the way of Drejc, who is showing around a group of eco farmers.
After supper we hang out with Polona, who is multi-tasking between guests and entertaining us. Her family’s ownership of the property goes back 500 years. Her grandmother ran the farm until 13 years ago but her mother was not involved, having a career as a microbiologist. Polona Mustafa brought up by her grandmother. The grandmother disapproved of the mother’s choice of husband. So Polona was born out of wedlock. And then Polona’s husband – Drejc (they met through the church) – also fell foul of the grandmother’s prejudice, and the grandmother didn’t attend the wedding. Now both Polona’s mother and stepmother work for the business. One big, happy family?
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