This season, I’m thinking blog posts will be short & sweet or not at all – since I’m hoping beyond hope that we are too busy with our happy campers for much else…  So I’m here to tell you we’re open for business in 2013 and have already had 2 sets of guests and 2 volunteers.

Our season has begun!

There was a load of stuff that had to be done before we were ready to open and we ran around like maniacs for a while trying to get everything done.  Here’s what we’ve been busy doing…

Maintenance of sewerage system: grey water baths dug out, cleaned out & mended – plug holes re-sealed, new pipe (for distributing the waste water more evenly around the bath to keep the plants moist) purchased & drilled (see photo below) – and each bath filled with fresh gravel & completely re-planted

Gardening: Steve had been nurturing veg & flower plants which had all outgrown their pots and were desperate to romp away in the ground.  Before we planted the tyre wall we first had to paint it:

The new cream colour blends in well with the stone surrounds but more importantly, the tyres don’t get so hot now they are painted a lighter colour. Aster, Sweet Pea, Snapdragon, Livingstone Daisy, Pot Marigolds, French Marigolds and Petunias have all been planted.  Waiting to join the flowery throng in the next few weeks are: Zinnia & Sunflowers (all self seeded and popped up in the compost) and Pansy & Lobelia which were sowed much later, are still growing on.

Flowers-to-be can also be found in the stream-side beds, the area just outside the building around the grease trap, my toilet garden (toilet bowls and sinks as planters in an area of shade below the main building) and, for the first time in hanging baskets.

In the beds we’ve planted out: the squashes & curcubits, tomatoes (5 varieties), capsicums, brassicas and aubergines.  Seeds for beans, peas, carrots & salad greens have all been sown and in some cases thinned and transplanted already…

The herb garden which was created last year but never used was planted with green manure over the winter.  This was dug in and left to rot down in situ and the soil was in pretty good condition.  It’s now been planted/ sowed with: coriander, basil (3 varieties), parsley (2 varieties), dill, marjoram, mint, lemon thyme, chives (2 varieties), tarragon and some edible flowers: Garland Chrysanthemum, wild pansy, borage and nasturtiums.

Cleaning and moving in: Floors, furniture, cupboards, shelves, showers, loos, sinks, tables & chairs were scrubbed clean in a 2-day marathon.  Bedding, tents, books, kitchen equipment, storage containers, towels, throws, games and loads of other stuff had to be carted down all the frigging steps at  our Topla house, loaded into the van and unpacked the other end.  We were pretty sick of walking up & down stairs & lugging stuff about.

Our first guest was supposed to arrive on May 1st.  The same Greek guy in his own tent booked to come last year and didn’t show up.  True to form, there was no sign of him this year either (next year we might just be fully booked when you enquire Mr Ionnis!) but mates Katie, Tim and their (& now our) friends Cath & Andy all the way from NZ turned up to more than compensate.  So did Jamie, our first volunteer.  He arrived late and we were all pretty wasted by the time he actually got to us and he had a great introduction to CFM – invited to share food, beer and a place round the fire, he joined the 6 of us in party mood.

Amazingly he did not surface until nearly 11.00 am the following morning and that was our first clue that he may not exactly be the greatest volunteer ever.  He was a harmless, but in many respects clueless, 21 year old, addicted to sugar and allergic to mornings – he even outdid Steve for the amount of time it took him to be ready to start work each day.  He provided the extra pair of hands needed to erect the gazebos and level the sofas and tables and he did a good job at strimming the grounds:

Our first guests arrived on May 2nd.  They had inquired but not booked, so we weren’t exactly expecting the 2 German bikers who turned up.  Timo & Katja were the perfect first guests – super people who fell in love with Daisy and the campsite and were fantastic company.

The day after they left, a Dutch couple arrived in their Landrover Defender with integral tent that had to be pitched in the only space for such vehicles, next to the workshop.  Not a pretty spot but they were glad of a place to make a base for the night as they travelled through Montenegro.  I wanted to take a picture of their South African designed tent, which enfolded from the top of the Landy but they were just too quick at de-camping…

And look who else has been visiting:

A Giant Peacock Moth!  This gives you a great idea of scale, as it’s perched on a full sized colander.  And right next to it, in complete contrast was this tiny moth – delicate and almost shell-like…

Jamie left us after a week and our next volunteer arrived.  Richard couldn’t be more different – he’s in his 60’s but fit and strong and very talented.  He’s a passionate naturist and spends as much time naked as possible.  He rises early and works late and doesn’t even eat us out of house & home.  So far he & Steve have: erected a new bookshelf in the basement & patched up the areas where water was seeping in (so hopefully we won’t lose any more books through water damage next year); dug out and concreted around a new drainage channel in front of the workshop; dismantled the boundary fence near the workshop (that was falling down due to weak posts and poor construction the first time around) and cemented in 4 new posts and as I left today he was drawing detailed plans of the new porch he’s going to build!  Thank goodness for his skill and experience – we are very lucky to be working with him.

It hasn’t been ALL work though – as well as the very pleasant diversion provided by mates on May 1st, we’ve also had an evening with Blazo, Dado and Vedran with much booze and food and laughter.  Maja, Keith, Charlie and Richard came armed with goodies for an evening picnic and we had a super time – it was wonderful seeing Maja visibly relax as she sipped her chilled Rose and wallowed in the loveliness of the evening.  And yesterday Fi & Dave came to visit after some 2 years absence and they brought Fi’s Mum to see the campsite for the first time.  Evelyn was totally enamoured by the place and as a naturist herself in years gone by she vowed to come back and camp another time.

Right, time to pack up and run back to site to make pizza for the hungry boys…  A month in review to follow at end of May, if you’re lucky.

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After 4 months adrift, me & my blog are reunited and I don’t even know where to begin to fill in the story.  What follows is the best I can do with the time, energy and selective memory I have at this moment and then let’s put it behind us and crack on with the future…

I went to the UK in January to save children’s lives.  Well, OK, I worked for Save the Children UK in their head office as Interim Training Manager but we all connected to the ‘higher purpose’ .  It was hugely satisfying work – often frustrating, but ultimately I made a big impact in a short space of time and it felt really good.  What didn’t feel so good was enduring the UK’s coldest winter for 40 years, living out of a suitcase for 2 and a half months and being beholden to the goodwill of kind friends for all that time.

Thank God for dear friends Ditsch & Vince who shared their (conveniently located) home with me and made it all possible.  The journey was such a doddle from Walthamstow to Farringdon that I would get up at 7.00 am and be at my desk by 8.00 am.  V & I alternated the food shopping and cooking and I learnt to cook in a sliver of a kitchen with blunt knives, without grumbling aloud or severing any digits.

My weekly routine went like this: Monday to Wednesday was ‘the daily grind’ (commute, followed by an 8.00 am to 4.30 pm shift eating breakfast and lunch at my desk, back in Walthamstow by 5.30 pm ish, either cook or wash up, watch an episode of Breaking Bad, go to sleep).  Thursday morning I’d take a rucksack into work with clothes for the weekend and take a train out of London Thursday evening, usually arriving at Stoke Mandeville station around 6.30 pm where John would pick me up and take me back to Mill House Farm.  There I unfolded into the welcoming warmth of a blazing fire, hugs and banter and fusses from the dogs.  I visited friends and family most weekends so I didn’t clutter up the farm or abuse the generosity of the Applegarths.  Friday after lunch I’d jump in the trusty Nissan and pootle off round the country ahead of rush hour.  I’d return to MHF on Sunday afternoon and either return to London that evening for a roast dinner with D&V, or Monday morning & straight to work.

Memorable experiences include (in no particular order): meeting up with local friends in London & seeing Alena 6 months pregnant; fun times in Warks getting blasted & savouring delicious food and company; a spa weekend, with swimming, pampering and gourmet cuisine during which time my exhaust fell off and I tied it back on with a pair of tights; visiting Sue’s grave; a great night out in a ‘proper’ Northern English pub with ex-wwoofers of Camp Full Monte: Nina, Stefan and Hattie; tasty grub in the Derbyshire peaks and the best bath EVER at Lawson Cottage; puking my guts up in Princes Risborough High St after having inexplicably developed an allergy to lentils; and a visit to the William Morris museum in Walthamstow, followed by a top night out with mates in Islington.

It snowed on & off and was bloody freezing for most of January, February and March.  When all was said and done I was mostly chilly and a long way from home.  I missed Steve, Daisy and all things Monte badly and found the only way to cope was to immerse myself in work during the week and pack the weekends with places to go, people to see – generally not giving myself too much head space to be melancholy.  The skype chats with Steve were both wonderful and horribly painful – the agony was relieved somewhat by a surprise visit from him on Valentine’s Day…

London-living was bizarre.  I joined the throngs of focused people, packed into trains and tubes, reading the Metro in the morning and the Evening Standard on the way home, resolutely trying not to touch people or stare or let one’s guard down for a moment.  Adorned with bobble hat, scarf & gloves I trudged to & fro St James’ Street station, past the Halal shop and the greasy fast food dive, past the row of houses that reek of cannabis and the silent woman in her Burkha.  At night I watched the news, even though it depressed & angered me and once I watched a car explode outside my window – another unwanted car gets torched and V says: “Oh no, not again…”.

Meanwhile, back in Monte Steve sowed seeds and  made kiwi chutney, lemon marmalade, lemon syrup & lemon pickle and tried not to lose the plot whilst the rain fell and his ache for my company deepened.

Mid March I wrapped up my work at STC and headed home.  I had more work commitments to fulfill in April but we had 3 weeks together before I had to leave again.  I got back in time to say goodbye to the inimitable Lane family.  Matt had a job in the US and they were all headed there for 5 months before ending up in Spain to start a new life proper.  It was the right decision for them but we were sad to see them go.  We spent as much time with them as we could, hosting a meal one night, baby-sitting for the kids, helping to pull off the biggest leaving do for them…

I flew back to the UK the day Thatcher died.  I made it to Scotland (just), with my Mum in tow, as they partied on the streets of Glasgow.  I stayed in Edinburgh with the Dunlops and met wee Donald for the first time.  It was a joy to experience the finished house and to soak in the enormous bath.  And of course to do some jolly good work for Duncan…

Back in England, I returned Mum safe and sound and headed for MHF.  The 2 x 2-day workshops I ran the following week in Milton Keynes for Carrie’s clients were challenging.  I had sleepless nights followed by early mornings and evenings re-gigging my timetable and planning strategies.  But I survived, took a cab at 3.30 am on Saturday morning to Gatwick and was back in Monte by 10.00 am.

It’s a joy to be home: to join my husband’s brown face on the pillow; to run with Daisy on the beach and smile at her tail-wagging happiness; to watch in awe as the locals go the wrong way round a roundabout to avoid a queue; to prepare salad with fresh greens from the garden; to gaze in wonder at the stunning scenery that surrounds me, to be free of clothes and fears and feel my skin turn pink in the sun.  I’m sunburned and happy…

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The postscript to this story is that while Denise was writing this wonderful declaration I was secretly flying back to the UK to be with her. In the 22 years that we have been together neither of us could remember a Valentine’s Day spent apart. It seemed wrong to start now. Denise already had commitments for the weekend after Valentine’s Day but the British Airways flight schedule meant I could arrive at Gatwick on Thursday night and make my way to London to be with her for the night before setting off at 6.00am the following morning to catch my flight back. So I began to hatch a plan.

First I had to be sure she would be there :-) So I enlisted the help of the friends she mentions to arrange a dinner date. To be doubly sure I contacted all other friends with whom she might make conflicting plans to tell them to be ready with excuses as to why they were busy. The stress of it all going horribly wrong and the potential for considerable waste of time and money was huge but the plan worked like a dream.

As I walked into the pub where Denise and our friends, Vince & Meike, were to have pre dinner drinks, I caught sight of Denise with her back to me. Vince spotted me and casually said “Hi”. With a single red rose in hand I was able to get right up next to her before she turned to greet me thinking I was Meike. Her face was a picture beyond words

After countless “OMG’s” and rapid banter about how I came to be there we made our way to the restauraunt for a truly memorable meal (We can highly recommend the “Village Kitchen” in Walthamstow Village BTW – great food and fabulous staff). Well the evening unfolded with much wine, food, good company and conversation (and not much sleep ;-) ). All too quickly it was 6.00 am on Friday and I was heading back to Gatwick with a big grin on my face. The memories of our precious time together will have to keep me going until Denise returns to Montenegro in March. I’m counting the days honey.

With love from your Valentine xxx

Steve and I will be apart this Valentine’s Day.  In different countries no less.

Since the card & pressie I’ve got for him will arrive too late and there probably won’t even be much chance of a skype chat in between work and going out for a meal with dear friends (who are pretending it’s for V’s birthday but probably really don’t want me to be moping on the Day of Lovers…), I have decided to publish this tribute to our love and hope that this public declaration makes him smile more than it makes him squirm…

Since you’ve been my Valentine for 22 years now, darling Stevo here are 22 reasons why I love you:

  1. you make me smile, even when I don’t want to
  2. you give the best hugs
  3. you are one of the smartest, challenging, maddening people I know
  4. your extroversion and tolerance is a perfect foil for my grumpiness with people at times and my impatience
  5. you are the best snogger in my world. ever.
  6. you look delicious. with or without your clothes
  7. you love picking spots as much as I do
  8. you are brilliant at cryptic crosswords
  9. you give me wonderful massages. all over.
  10. you have a big, soft heart
  11. you are honest and straightforward
  12. you love Marmite, almost as much as me
  13. you’re rarely daunted
  14. you’re a “glass half full” kinda guy
  15. you give me permission to indulge all my vices
  16. you love me tenderly, passionately and unselfishly
  17. you say I look amazing even when I don’t
  18. I believe you when you say that you will still love me when my boobs have reached my knees and I’m one BIG wrinkle
  19. you’re amazing with your hands. in so many ways.
  20. I can be with you 24/7 for months on end without drama
  21. “how hard can it be?”
  22. you will never make me feel like writing a blog post entitled: “22 reasons why I hate you…”

Happy Valentine’s Day darling!

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