I had eight days at Pomar before the June Walkinginspirit retreats and it was with some trepidation that I drove up the track on the first day. There hadn’t been any sheep in the field since the autumn and my plans to get the field cut at the beginning of the season had fallen through so I was wondering how much of a mess would greet me. The reality was not as bad as I had feared and although there were quite a lot of brambles and bracken growing, grass and wild flowers covered most of the land and the trees were all thriving. The first few days were misty and overcast and the mountain remained hidden. My new plan was to attract another neighbour to put sheep in so, having heard that wolves had been taking livestock close to the village, I busied myself with closing all possible entry points around the gate and perimeter and this kept me busy for most of the week. I was very happy to see, apples, plums and cherries all growing on the young trees.
When the sun came out I was able to test fly the new drone and, despite a couple of crash landings, I managed to master going up and down and got some footage of Pomar from the air. I have a lot to learn about flying drones. The peace of the mountain has a magnetic attraction for me now and I soon settled in to the gentle rhythms of working, dreaming, eating and sleeping. How I love being alone in this place. I bought a petrol strimmer down town and a straw hat and went to work on the grass in the garden around the cabin and erected a stock fence to keep any new sheep out of the area. I made a little more progress with the decorative area around the font below the house. Having collected in a tank above the house, the overflow water runs down through the centre of the field and services the font. It’s around here that I am levelling the land and planning to make a flagstone area and place to sit and listen to the tinkling water. I’d like to improve the font itself and, eventually, have a statue of Xana and Cuelbre.
We are still a couple of years away from making cider but I went looking for a press and found that they are not at all expensive, about 250e which is good news. I am now thinking that Pomar Cider Vinegar might be a good product to produce in the future. What else? Well, there is a distinctive hump in the land just outside the perimeter in the council owned wilderness that caught my eye when I first came here. It’s positioned right in front of the mountain and has a single hawthorne growing out of it. It strikes me as a likely monument of some kind and I have been clearing it and intend to put a rough bench on it as a place to contemplate the mountain at some point. My clearing efforts revealed some large and nicely shaped boulders and the whole thing has become a satisfying side-project. Once all the vegetation and debris is removed from the site I will seed it with grass from the field and hope that the deer horses and cows keep it clear when its done.
Time up at Pomar passes all too quickly and often I am working away until it’s too dark to do any more. I’m then keen to get back at it as soon as I can in the morning. I had to get up early to collect the guests for the first retreat from the airport on my last day there and the sight that greeted me literally took my breath away. I can honestly say I have never seen a sight more beautiful in all my life. Goodbye until next time Pomar. Looking forward to a time when I can spend weeks rather than days in your company.