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Our life at Cae'r Bryniau
|Posted on December 15, 2014 at 7:05 AM||comments (866)|
We left off at the last part of our story where we had just moved into Cae’r Bryniau and were loving exploring our new abode.
When we moved in we adopted 11 chickens (or rather 10 hens and a cockerel – of whom more later) and three cats. The cats are Fleegle, Bingo and Drooper, although we don’t know what happened to Snorky. For those not of a certain age the four characters were the Banana Splits, on TV in the 1970s – they bore no resemblance to cats, but hey ho. More surprisingly they are also female cats and I had always thought of the Banana Splits as male characters!
Then there are the poultry. We had agreed to take them on when we moved in and they have obviously been pets, all with names, listed below, so will not face the same fate as some of our future poultry stocks (the former owners will be pleased to know)! Did you know that there are thousands of videos on YouTube on how to dispatch chickens? Unfortunately most are US-based and look as though they are made on the Deliverance film set. No duelling banjos, though.
Anyway, we had to get to grips with management of the flock. The former owners had left copious instructions on how to manage the birds, what to feed them, when to clean them out, etc. What they did not explain, however, probably because it should have been obvious, even to an Oxford-educated person like Suzi, was how the water feeder worked and Suzi ended up with water all down her front when the contraption, full of ice cold water, fell to pieces when she first tried to assemble it. I can’t talk. Clyde, the cochin cockerel, appeared to be a bit hen-pecked and needed treating with gentian violet. Guess who, when trying to free the sprayer was looking right down the barrel of the sprayer when it discharged. I still have specks of purple a couple of weeks later!
Clyde is a large and impressive cockerel and he does like to make his presence known. He particularly likes to point out to Suzi who is boss (brave bird!) and has on occasion gone for her, whereas he as pecked my boot once but he knows I am in charge. If it wasn’t for the fact that he is a pet he would have been in the pot already!
The poly tunnel arrived a couple of weeks ago and I have been busy preparing the site. It took some time to select the right location, so we spent a lot of time wandering around the site, with fingers in the air, assessing the most sheltered location.
We have certainly had the experience of the Anglesey wind and the much spoken about ‘weather bomb’ brought very high, cold winds, but we survived.
In the end we opted for a location on the bottom field in the lee of the rocky outcrop. It is accessible and sheltered. The next blog will give an update on progress of the erection of the tunnel, the newest acquisition and the disappearing crog loft – watch this space.
|Posted on November 17, 2014 at 11:15 AM||comments (155)|
This is the first posting on the new Cae'r Bryniau blog. We moved into the property on 29th October. Cae'r Bryniau is a wonderful Welsh farm cottage, probably dating to the early 1800s, set in five acres just to the east of the west coast of Anglesey, some 20 minutes north of Holyhead.
When we said that we were going to give up the rat race and get a smallholding, we were deafened by the shouts of ‘Why?’ or ‘Have you done such a thing as that before?’ or various permutations of those questions.
In short, the answers are ‘Because we can’ and ‘No, but we will soon be.’ The longer explanation requires a bit of history and some soul-searching, so here goes.
For those who don’t know, Suzi and I met through a mutual friend in 2008, when I was Bursar of a London day school and she was the head of a school in Cheshire. After a year weekly travels between the North and South of England, with all the grief that goes with that, the opportunity arose for us to work together, at least on a part time basis. We decided that I would take the opportunity and whilst it was only part-time, I would fill the remainder of my time with undertaking some consultancy roles. The move was excellent and difficult in equal measures. The long and the short of it was that, whilst it was great being together, we realised that the school would have to close and we would need to reconsider our options. After a few months of dealing with the closure I took the opportunity to work in South Wales, at a sixth form college, and Suzi began a retraining programme as a holistic therapist.
We knew that the South Wales sojourn would be only an interim measure, as we wished again to work together and we developed a scheme to run our smallholding with a B&B, holistic therapy practice and whatever else we could do alongside. My parents had briefly had a smallholding in the early 1980s but it was only in later in life that the interest developed. Both of us love gardening and I was inspired by the late, great Geoff Hamilton, to set up an ornamental kitchen garden. That may not now be exactly what we are going to do, but at least the seeds were sown (pardon the pun).
Our journey to find the right place started pretty much as soon as we were both in South Wales together. We knew we would be in a position to make the leap in around 2015/16, so started the trawl of suitable properties. Where do we go? We had loved visiting the islands of Scotland so perhaps somewhere idyllic on Islay might work. What about the West Country or the Lakes? In the end we realised that Wales had caught us. We love the scenery, the people and, to be honest, the value for money. We wanted a few key things – a bit of land (2+ acres), somewhere picturesque, near the sea, with a lovely house. Our search began in earnest in 2013 with many weekends visiting part of West Wales we had not explored before. We were slightly hampered in May of 2013 by a major event in our lives - we got married!After that event was behind us, we started our search in Cardiganshire and progressed north. At about this time (May 2014), it became obvious that a move was needed. Not going into the background in any detail, to protect the less-than-innocent, it was just time to leave where I was working, so I handed in my notice and Suzi became a full-time Kirsty Allsop, house hunting incessantly.
We visited a number of places. They were either not the right house or land or location or all of those. They varied from the woman with the weird hair and hundreds of cats, living in a wood with mould growing from all parts (and the house was pretty bad, too) to the lovely young woman, running a sheep farm left by her father, which would have been fine but for the two mile track and listed cottage.
Then one day, it occurred to us that we had not considered Anglesey. Having only been briefly for an occasional visit to take Izzy to lunch when she was at Bangor, we recognised it was a lovely place but we barely knew it. More recently, having spent some time here, we realised just what a fabulous place Ynys Mon is. With great beaches, lovely walks, charming villages and lots of tourists, what more could you want?
We fell in love with Cae’r Bryniau the moment we saw it. A charming cottage in just the right amount of land, near the coast, close to a good pub; it was perfect. More excitingly, the vendors did not have to find somewhere and we weren’t in a chain, so we could move quickly.
So, here we are, living the Good Life (fortunately my requirement for a tenner each time someone said that has funded my polytunnel! – well, not quite!) and starting to plan the way forward.
In the next episode you will discover the tribulations of our move into the house and our first attempts at chicken husbandry…