Dying to Live

We had a lovely Friends & Family Day a few weeks ago in which a lot got done.  Tree planting, wildflower planting, battening down the canvas part of the Roundhouse roof and trying to manage our willow bower which we now realise was rather ambitious in its girth!  Followed by delicious soup down at neighbouring Root & Branch and a cheerful attendance at our Friends & Family AGM.  We rounded off the day in good heart with plenty of ideas being tossed around and a willingness to step forward and help being reassuringly evident.  We had to spill over into the second room there were so many of us there which was very satisfactory.


I spent last weekend attending one of Archa Robinson's courses Dying to Live.  I was most impressed with the fluent and safe delivery of the material (they have been delivering this course for 15 years) and came away thoughtful and refreshed having had time to reflect, celebrate and eat delicious food in the company of a varied group of participants. These courses happen twice a year, once in Cornwall and once in Dorset, both in lovely locations.   If you are wanting the chance to prepare for your death in a very deep and personal way this might well be the course for you.  For me attending it in the autumn felt utterly appropriate.


We have had some glorious days of bright blue sky here with a sharp bright edge.  My favourite kind of weather. And we are still finding delicious mushrooms.  This week after the first good frost I picked sloes from the hedge and began a batch of sloe gin.  It is one of the most lavish crops we have ever had.  The sloes were clustered like grapes.  I was not alone.  I know of other families who were up at the burial ground harvesting and good use was made of the crop I am delighted to say. I like the fact that you wait a year to get a the really mature taste and then I shall toast the memory of all those, including my own family, who are buried at Westmill.