We got that wrong – the forecast rain didn’t come the day was even , even warm. I’d cancelled the planned Coppice but forgotten to cancel Gemma, who I’d just met on email. She’d arrived on her bike. Your tall, I said. Yes 6 foot, she replied, and she stayed the day as it unfolded with unexpected comings and goings. Andy came and stayed a while, with his river of observations, I’d known him from Metfield days. The Kinda team arrived to engineer a water drainage system from our camp, while Mell and Megan cleared the static and collected bare root stock for the new land in Bramfield. Finally Paul arrived, and while exchanging lime working and tree working we went over the work to do this year.
Gemma gifted me slaking the lime. Lime was her work. The full circle – earth, fire, water, air. It comes from the earth. You fire it in a kiln. The mix with water – slaking the lime . Adhered to inside or outside a dwelling it mixes with air and dries.
It was a fungi day, with Merlin Sheldrake book Entangled lives’ at the fore of my mind. Hairy crust, turkey tail.
Toby rang to say the money I loaned to enable the purchase of The Locks was to be repaid tomorrow.
A full day full to the brim of unexpected comings and going’s. Gemma witnessed it all before she got on her bike and rode back to Reydon to her van.
Kaliwood 
love your writing style will try to call Sat. C
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