We have a plan – it is not the most thought out plan, but it is a plan. Actually we are not really planning people, we are mainly ‘have crazy ideas, jump straight in and see what happens’ people.
The tubes, and wood and poles and boxes you see above hold our dreams and hopes. They are an opening into a different way of living, new options, new adventures.
They are the bits for a giant polytunnel, a polytunnel that will enable us to grow a lot more fruit and vegetables, enough fruit and vegetables to supply our pop-up cafe serving food grown and raised on our little smallholding.
I have wanted to run a cafe for decades. There is still a long way to go with this dream, but it is good to see the foundations being laid.
James and Henry are going to build the polytunnel in the next week here – squeak – I am so so excited.
But as they say with best laid plans, they often go awry.
This week has not been the best health-wise. Two weeks ago my CT scan came back showing a possible problem with my heart; then an ecg I had with the nurse on Monday resulted in the doctor looking over the printout in the early evening and phoning me up at home and instructing me to go straight to A&E (without passing go) as there were “irregularities”. After many hours there being connected up to all sorts of machines I was told I hadn’t had a heart attack – to be fair this wasn’t an option that had even crossed my mind – but they said that yes there were irregularities and yes I need more tests. So I am currently waiting for these tests … but it does go someway to explaining the breathlessness I have on the slightest exertion, the light-headedness, the pressure on my chest and the fatigue that I have had since January and which over the past couple of weeks has been getting worse.