18th September, 2010
Gorsedene House, Jean and Tim Black's house
I spent most of the last week at Georgie's house with Teddy as my companion, and a tv of nonsense to empty my head and put me in a relaxed frame of mind. Now, after a couple of long train rides and a heavy bag to drag behind me, I am at Gorsedene House, Ellie and Finn's grandparent's house, just outside of the village Horsham. When Ellie and Finn were here I visited them, and had a magical day then. Well the weekend is matching up to that day already!
We went to a place called Clothall's Farm, to the annual ploughing match and country fair. It was incredible, what you expect to see in movies like 'Babe', where they have a galloping horse merry-go-round, and sheep shearing, sweets and lamb buns, loads of border collies and the smells of cattle and cut grass! The plouhging match happens at different farms each year, and the farmer who ploughs his (or her) section of the field the best wins (I don't know what they win though)! There were traditional horse and plough competitors, tractors of old and giant tractors of new, spread out across a field, all competing in their section. Just amazing to see, and quaint that things like this still happen in today's world.
When we got back to the house, Tim took me down past the paddock (and the geese were in the top field, so they didn't get to chase me this time) and pointed out the path to see mushrooms and toadstools. Walking through the woods to find them was like stepping into a story of old, with the old oaks and mossy trees, the bright reds and oranges of the mushrooms and toadstools when I did find them. The air was chilly and there was a definite smell of winter drifting through the woods. Moments like that make the small things in life seem not so important, and finding mushrooms made the faery tales come true!
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