The Germans have left now. Since Easter Saturday, we’re only three wwoofers here at Time Out Farms, me and the Spanish couple. It was nice with all those people, always something happening, a lot of noise and the work was always done very quickly – but now I’m really enjoying the quiet too. Jaime and Paloma are really cool and like to relax, and they are happy to talk about the horses or mountain climbing or their travels, or just let me have my space for a while when I need it. So, I’m having a splendid time here.
The work takes longer now, though. From working for maybe barely three hours a day, we have to work atleast four now. But I don’t mind, combining that with riding two horses and maybe grooming a couple more each day, I’m more or less done for by dinner time, and then I can barely stay awake for an episode of Angels in America (we started watching that three nights ago), before I stumble into bed. The physical work is good for me, my body is enjoying every second – and you should see my arm muscles. The three weeks that I’ve been here has really kicked life into my old hay bale carrying and horse poop picking muscles.
But, you know, with The Peak radio station, the working hours just fly by. That was the first thing I did on Saturday morning. Ane, oh, it’s still a geat station. They’ve played The Arcade Fire and Franz Ferdinand and Feist, old high school favourites of mine. I’m in such a good mood these days, I don’t know what to do with all the smiles I keep carrying around. The horses get a lot of pats, and the cats get a lot of cuddles, and inbetween, I try to think nice things about myself too.
The name of the farm is Time Out. And really, this is like a real retreat stay for me.
Katja Malmborg 