Wild boar, electricity, water and reasons not to chase cars

As we focus on having the cooking range built, supplying bricks, cement (two sand, one clay) and occasionally having to dismantle old furniture for the hardboard to create an arch, we have moved along with the laths for the soffit and picked up the tin sheet ready to fit; it looks straight forward enough, except for the corners! Whilst all this goes on it’s easy to forget the other events that bring a smile to my face.

If you are unfortunate enough to have notifications turned on on  Facebook and I’m your friend then you probably know the the wild boar came to visit us the other night and left a good patch of land turfed up as they searched for something tasty; this happened in the orchard about 100 meters away from the stable where we are living so it went unnoticed  by us and apparently by the dogs! You hear all sorts of stories about the wild boar around the village and often warned of how dangerous they can be, which is what I was thinking about when I took the dogs for a walk the next evening. ‘make sure you take a good big stick with you, or even a knife, just in case, you never know’ at which point I heard the thundering steps of wild animals coming towards me through the long grass, not sure what to expect I braced myself and called the dogs, on the off chance they might come to my rescue! Of course they arrived in a split second, as the noise of charging animals was the dogs, in hot pursuit of a small white cat!

We have waited for over a year for electricity, we first applied in August 2011 in fact, but a series of unfortunate events and red tape (Poland and Bureaucracy are synonymous), we are still looking at Christmas before we can turn the lights on in the new house! We have a temporary supply in the old house from which we have run a 30m extension lead to the barn and stable (home), which has served its purpose, but today we rolled up this lead for the last time as our friendly electrician scaled the electricity pole and hooked us up on an overhead line, moved the meter and put in something called a fuse or trip switch. Hooray, at last I can cut through a cable without fear of death Smile

We have also waited for over six months for a company to turn up to drill our borehole; several excuses, missed calls, unread messages and the like drove us to look for an alternative. The first said we would have to wait until January and then it would only be possible if the temperature hasn’t dropped too much (it was -37 last January). The second arrived yesterday to asses the land. As they arrived in their Turbo charged, inter-cooled, 16v, four wheel drive with enough spot lights to hold a football match and a winch to pull down buildings; I started to worry. One of the two chaps rushed off the the woods whilst the second came to chat with Gosia, although he did have some English, Italian and Portuguese; he could have said anything as I leave the talking to Gosia Smile Thinking the first bloke must have had a good curry the night before, or lots of tea, I was surprised to see him return with a ‘Y’ shaped branch of hazel. Of course he was looking for water, how silly of me not to realise. Sure enough he strolled around with the branch in both hands and the hazel reacted and pointed towards the ground and he declared that we should drill here! Now I’m normally sceptical about things (really) but I still remember an event when I was about 10 or 11 years old and I found water with two ‘L’ shaped iron or steel rods, so I was (am) willing to take his word for it. I was offered the twig to try myself, with no luck, but then the guy held onto my arm and sure enough the hazel went south, no matter how hard I tried to hold onto it; strange but true! But even more amazing than  that, they are drilling for water in ten days time Winking smile Mind you without electricity…

What happens when you have an inbuilt desire to chase cars? You get run over. Unfortunately Scooby (our recently acquired rescue(d) dog) doesn’t understand English, or Polish for that matter. So after repeated calls for him to stop he finally made contact with the electricians car as he drove off last night. I did worry as I heard the yelp and continued whining as the barking abruptly stopped during his pursuit of the van up the track, but a quick inspection showed no blood or protruding bones, just a limping dog. It is also clear today no permanent damage was done as he only limps when observed; especially when we are eating and a snack is possible, or of course affection and sympathy, which Gosia doles our in buckets for the poor wounded soldierSmile.  Jealous, me, no, well not so much that I’d jump in front of a car.

Not a bad week at all

Back from our mini break on Wednesday it was hard to get back into the swing of things, so we decided to do a spot of gardening; a bit of strimming, a bit of digging, pulling out some old roots with the tractor, chopping down a few dead or unwanted trees….all very relaxing. Then our neighbour Kazek turned up to plough the top hectare of land by the house. so we can plant crops next year; Dorota called to say that the cider press was available, our other neighbours asked if they could come and collet the spare straw we have after completing the building and the window guys called to say that the windows will be installed next Monday; not to mention that Gosia gave in and decided to go for metal soffits so work has to begin and the laths ordered and fitted in preparation. Just as well the weather has taken a turn for the better and we have experienced 20c+  since Thursday, set to continue until Tuesday (23rd).

As you can imagine the cider making is that the highlight for me, although chopping, then pounding and pressing nearly 150kg of apples is pretty hard work, and it did take four of us about six hours to complete the task; of course the occasional piwo (beer) break was included.

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All of which resulted in about 50 litres of apple juice which we hope will turn into cider…not vinegar! I’ll let you know in a months time when we taste it for the first time, if the bubbles have stopped coming out of the airlock; although the intention is to let it mature until Christmas. Of course you will be the first to know if it’s a success.

Not to mention that we have almost a hectare of ploughed land, eight trailer loads of straw less in the barn, almost two sides of the roof lathed up ready for the soffit, six or seven less elder flower trees replaced by blackcurrant bushes (a gift from the neighbours taking the old straw) and an area of land ready to be tilled for our vegetable garden next year. So much better than Eastenders, more interesting than the latest two for one offer at Tesco and definitely better than the life we had before we decided to go mad!

Tales from the village

Believe them or not, everybody has a tail to tell and todays story of sheep transported via the local bus service compelled me to let you know about the best I’ve heard yet. Regarding the sheep, I did enquire if they went half or full fare; but of course they went free as they where under two years old!! This was back in the communist 80’s

But imagine a poor farmer who’s cow suddenly dies during calf birth and he doesn’t have insurance to cover such an event; what do you do? Speak to a friendly neighbour who has insurance and ask to swap cows of course; what a great idea. But what if your cow is a completely different colour? Not to worry, there is someone in the village who can change the identity of your cow with the aid of boot polish, spray paint and no doubt the gift of the gab. All for the price of a flaszka (bottle of vodka)Smile

A few days off

After successfully completing the second lime render coat and resolving to put on the final finish coat in the spring we decided to take a few days off. Not that that means we can rest much, as we search for soffits for the house, doors for the Piec (cooking range) and mushrooms in the forest.

We managed to find some great cast iron doors for the bread oven at the antiques market in Rzeszow, which is held every second Sunday of the month, along with an upgraded heating system for the stable -photo to follow once installed. Called a koza in Polish, which strangely enough also means goat!

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As for the mushroom hunt, it’s going well. Saturdays haul was four baskets full in about three hours and Mondays result was a further three; all to be dried or pickled, with a few of the poorer specimens destined to be made into a sauce for lunch. I have to admit that my hunting skills are poor in comparison with Gosias mum, who seems to be able to imagine where the mushrooms are as she forges ahead stopping to bend and pick the next target in one fluid motion. The result is a full basket long before anyone else and a feeling of disbelief from her fellow hunters; mind you they are all heading for the same pot at the end of the day so its all good and every now and again you stumble across the mother of all mushrooms and your inadequacy is forgotten as you are congratulated on a good find.

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There is also the added bonus that the dogs get a good walk, which makes them appreciate the reward of some of the bones from our summer lambs that much more.

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Anyhow, back to it tomorrow, back to the land of farmers, hard graft and bathing in a tin bath. We have enjoyed our little holiday and Gosia managed to pick up four seasons of Rumpole of the Bailey on DVD for 25p at the local market; so our evenings will be full for the next few weeks!

Ba ba black sheep

Well not anymore as we picked up our two sheep skins from the tannery, all soft, white and fluffy.

If you didn’t know we kept a couple of lambs over the summer as an experiment on ourselves to see if we could keep and kill animals for our own use; all part of the future self sufficiency dream ….or necessity.

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We fed them well; beet leafs, grain, plumbs (as they fell from the trees) not to mention the apples, all supplemented their usual diet of grass; they had the run of the orchard. We even discovered that they were very fond of dried bread, which was handy as it allowed us to call them and move them about quite easily; even to their eventual journey in the back of the van to see ‘the man’.

They had a good life, no doubt longer and happier then they would have had otherwise and in the end we have and have had some great food, and as of today two lovely sheep skins. I think Gosia has her eye on one of them to make a hat and maybe some slippers, I wonder which one I get for Christmas Smile

It’s not a very popular meat in Poland, it seems to have gone out of fashion quite a long time ago, and peoples memory is of a very strong tasting meat; no doubt from mutton. Mind you, slow cooked in red wine with some garlic and rosemary and we have managed to convert Gosias family; we have orders for next years flock already, so don’t be surprised if you see me in a sheepskin coat next year!

What the Fly Agaric!

DSC04162With the rain comes the possibility of mushrooms and the first to show are the Fly Agaric, having read a little more about them its no wonder that Alice had an adventure in Wonderland! It has a reputation more for killing flies than people as it was traditionally used as a fly killer; perhaps this explains the name? Whilst poisonous it is rarely fatal and is actually eaten in some parts of Germany, Siberia and a few other eastern European countries: I think the trick is to part boil it in lots of water, but I don’t think I’ll be trying them soon even, if it does have hallucinogenic properties Smile

Anyhow the point of this post is to highlight the national obsession that Poland has with mushrooms, people take time off work, cars line the sides of the roads that run through the forests, it even becomes a topic on the national news; but don’t get me wrong, I love it and even take part, hunting for mushrooms whenever I have a spare moment; even by torch light when I take the dogs for a walk in the evening; Cep, Orange Birch Bolete, Slippery Jack and Chanterelle all live in fear of me as I trail through the woods. However the one thing that I’m struggling to get used to is that everybody has the right to roam in Poland and roam they do, through your land! It just take time to get used to it, people passing by as you’re taking a pee in the woods, or even as you use the outside composting toilet, when your picking your nose or signing out of tune! It just doesn’t seen right. But that’s the law in Poland, you can go where you want, whenever you want and the only thing to stop you is a ‘Teren Prywatny’ sign.

Now it was a dilemma for a little while, to put up signs or not, but then I remembered how many fields I wander through whilst walking the dogs, how many woods I stalk my pray in when the Fly Agarics appear; and all in all its not a bad deal having the right to roam. After all everybody else has more land than us and we always clear our land of mushrooms long before the wanderers wander into our not so private land.

Chicken soup! It must be Sunday

Now I’ve never been that religious, nor had any real tendencies to become so, but I have to agree with one of the by-products of the religious order; and that is the rule that says you should not work on a Sunday. I whole heartedly agree that a day of rest is required and it should be celebrated with a feast of food starting with a serving of chicken soup.  The same chicken soup that I was weaned on as a child by my mother; that was lovingly reproduced by my sisters as I grew up and is now created by Gosias mother every Sunday without fail.

Not only does Chicken soup signify the day of rest, it can also cure coughs, colds, fevers, hangovers, depression and hunger, and if it proceeds a Sunday lunch it sharpens the appetite and aides sleep in the form of an afternoon nap once your plate is clean.

What’s the point to this post; I don’t know; I just wanted to show my appreciation of chicken soup Smile