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We Plough The Fields

With commitments to honour we’d been away from our mountain hidey-hole for three long weeks – we were craving a fix and there was stuff to be done!

There was a great pile of firewood to be set about so first things first it was off to town for a felling axe, a sledgehammer and a couple of wedges. Suffice to say we have made a start on splitting and stacking about ten years worth of tree trunks!

a lumberjill

That was followed up with a neat log box to replace the tatty cardboard boxes that have been littering the area behind the cabin door. J prepared a great soup for later and then we joined forces for barbied fish and a salad to die for! Life is good!

Yesterday, of course, there was the mandatory spicy rabbit casserole with our dear ‘son’ at our local watering hole. Will we ever get tired of this dish? Hard to imagine such a thing, especially when it is preceded by an amazingly spiced-up Tarhana soup!

spicy rabbit casserole

Meal done and dusted we were joined by the local forestry manager. Apart from being a really nice guy he turns bits of what he so carefully husbands into splendid toys for his son.

wooden toy truck

wooden toy aeroplane

toy truck

Meanwhile, we were in negotiation with locals to get sorted with dry-stone walled terraces so that the plot can be ploughed, manured and readied for fruit and nut trees. Already, even up here at 1200 mts., life is stirring with almond trees and crocus blooming. We needed to get our fingers out in order to get everything prepared. We were promised the digging machine for next morning – in the event, at five o’clock this evening, there was much roaring of engines and work started.

digging machine1

An hour later the first trench was cut and the walling will begin tomorrow – now that feels like progress!

digger2

halfway there

Meanwhile, the neighbours were keeping an eye on things . .

neighbours

The lake was as blue as ever . .

blue on blue

The mornings are misty and moisty . .

misty moisty morning

And the nights are mysterious . .

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Alan Fenn, Archers – an everyday story of country folk.

22 thoughts on “We Plough The Fields

  1. Alan, Your description of all the work you did wore me out! But then the photo of the food made my mouth water even though I’ve done nothing. I guess that’s what work’s for – to be able chow down on terrific meals like that. Afiyet olsun and enjoy your time up there.

  2. Hi Alan. It’s a cold frosty day in London and I am dreaming of Turkey. Your pictures are fantastic, I especially like your ‘neighbors’ Enjoy your wonderful life up there. Roll on John’s broken leg mending so we can come back to Dalyan. Mary

  3. I think J is quite an expert now at wood chopping, you’ve had plenty to go at this year.!!!! Looks a good bit of soil under all them rocks your fruit & nut trees should do well. What lovely neighbours you have they remind me of two other dear little souls. The nice guy has made a good job of the wooden toys some little boy will be very pleased. And having a meal like that put down in front of you just can’t be beaten, it looks just yummy. !!!! Lovely photo of the lake does any one use it for pleasure like fishing, sailing ect !!!!! Life’s looking pretty good keep it up.

    1. this is getting to be too much! J isn’t capable of lifting a chopper and even if she could she doesn’t know the first thing about swing!! Very little by way of recreation on the lake – a little swimming and some looking at it! As for the soil, it looks pretty good – everywhere we look from here the families are planting and tending.
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      1. I should have know better about J and the chopping . Just looking at the photo it was the first thing that came to my head. Sorry Janet. What’s happened to all the snow.

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