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Waterland Organics;

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Hello , I am Paul , founder of Waterland Organics. For over 20 years now I have been growing organically in the Cambridgeshire Fens .  The journey has been long but has not finished . Hopefully , this blog will give you an insight into what do and the place where we do it ; It's grimness and its equisite beauty

The Farm of Wonderment becomes a World of Woe .

By pauljonathan, May 5 2013 05:37PM

Well , Oh my word . What a day we had on Saturday . The weather forecast had , like the weather been changeable all week . ‘It’s gonna rain lunchtime.’ It said . So we limited the numbers of cropsharers to make sure that all could fit in the warm farmhouse kitchen at lunchtime . Then it changed its mind and said ‘You know , right , that we said it was gonna rain , well now it aint .’ Great! I thought more people can come out and we will get loads done . Maybe the onions and the beans and maybe a start on the parsnips . We will sow French beans as well as courgettes and maybe mend a fence or two . So , I contacted the Cropshare Centre of Operations and told them to round up some more cropsharers as the weather forecast had changed and we will be to party in the garden rather than the kitchen . Saturday morning came . It was cloudy but that was OK . Checked out the weather forecast for the day .... ‘Well mate , you know we sorter said it was gonna be dry , well it aint . It gonna rain , it gonna blow ... hard but the wind will drop long enough for it to rain .

The morning wasn’t too bad, first thing . Caulis , cabbages and calabrese were planted , lambs were patted , beans sown . Then the sun disappeared completely . The wind got up . I handed out my spare coats to all and sundry to keep their rapidly cooling bodies warm . I then handed out new potato sacks , then old potato sacks and finally some were seen rubbing tractor grease into their increasingly bluing flesh . Luckily it warmed up just enough for us to have lunch outside . People turning their shaking bodies to weak rays of sunshine . Furniture was then set on fire and Cropsharers warmed up enough to get their their muscles moving enough to move the snowdrifts and find the hoes . Work continued for an hour in conditions of deteriorating visibility . Eventually as the heavens opened and all were soaked the surviving members of the work party headed to the warmth of the kitchen for tea, scones and a dry down with a warm furry sheep dog .

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