It happened today! The first swim of the new season. Executed with style, and the speed of a woman outrunning hypothermia, by Daredevil Deborah. A conversation about the possibility of swimming started this morning while farmlet residents were tending a… Continue Reading
Today was the day. First up a couple of hours of cutting, moving and chipping branches in preparation for Phil the Fencer to slug out the next wave of fencing. Then Deborah and I hit the pool. It wasn’t actually… Continue Reading
Air temperature 19 degrees. Water temperature 13 degrees. After a couple of hours painting the roof Deborah and I decided we were warm enough for a swim. On reflection this may have been delusional thinking induced by paint fumes and altitude. I swam… Continue Reading
Air temperature 31 degrees. Pool temperature 26 degrees. Waited until the Favorite Stepson was off feeding the chooks, ditched the clothes and slid right in. Sooo good! And to think when we first moved here I wanted to get rid of the… Continue Reading
We didn’t want a pool. In fact when first viewing this property I believe I said something to the land agent along the lines of ‘Damn, how much do you reckon it will cost us to fill that in?’. I did… Continue Reading
