It has been a people-y sort of a week at the barracks, with friend-of-the Barracks visits from Berlin, Lugano and Zürich. Three people who have never met before, but who have all, in their own way, been supportive of The Barracks since before I moved in, almost exactly 5 years ago.
The Pirate week was mostly given over to being interviewed by one of the VIPs - for she is, plucking a single arrow from her vast quiver of creative and intellectual achievements, a documentarian. She creates long-form, first-person accounts from people who have done interesting things with their lives. When I hear her tales of former subjects, it seems a little ridiculous to include a poor gardening pirate who grows vegetables and argues about collapse, but I’ll be happy to share it with you when it is done, some time later in the year.
I do like talking about the state of the world, and I don’t really mind the presence of a video camera while I do it, but I’m unlikely to actually watch the finished project myself. I understand why the creation of documents is important, but I have already told her that it I probably won’t be watching it. By the time it comes out, all of the cells of my body will have been replaced, I will have read 20 or 30 more books, and had thousands of conversations with other humans. I won’t much want to see what crazy ignorant soliloquising I was up to in March 2024.
On top of the interview schedule, we actually got quite a lot done in the spring sunshine. More of the vineyard was subdued to the agricultural will of Mr Rotovator than ever before. We’re not going to quite max out the whole nearly 1000m2, but seeing as last year, nothing was planted up there, and the year before, just under half of it was used, I’m pretty pleased with how it’s looking.
In places, the soil is improving a lot. The places where I dumped organic matter two years ago.
Similarly, the pumpkin patch, which was never the worst soil on the barracks, is now incredibly rich and fertile. It almost seems a shame to put it all down to wheat. But then, when I think this, I imagine the late summer, and 450m2 of glorious golden wheat, shsshhhing to and fro in the light warm breeze, and I know how amazing it is going to look and how great it will feel. Is it possible that this year, we grow nearly all the pig food, and their straw as well? Time will tell.
This week at the barracks, the plan is:
To finish the re-building of the pig house which was started this week
Sow the summer wheat. I think I said I was hoping to do that last week. I prepped the ground instead. Now, I just need to rake it for two days, and sow for another one.
Get the first veg seeds sown. Aubergines, peppers, tomtaoes mostly.
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And so, until next week, do please be excellent to each other, and enjoy the equinox
Your loving
Pirate Ben
xoxo
Everyone: Come on Ben, take a day off. Even God rested on Sunday
The Pirate Ben: Yes, and if the lazy bastard hadn’t been such a slacker, maybe we wouldn’t be in the mess that we are in today.
… and on the seventh day, God ensured that everyone’s basic needs were met, and he saw that it was good.
No rest for the wicked! Finally no rest for the good ones too! Keep rocking Ben!
2024 dearest…