Thursday, 5 April 2012
A Day in the Life of a Volunteer
Yesterday I woke early, got showered and dressed, had breakfast, fed hens and Gizmo, made a packed lunch (well, cut off a chunk of cheese, gathered some Ryvita biscuits, a banana and a bottle of water), picked up the badges and brooches to donate for the fund raising at the lambing weekend and set off on my long walk to the vineyard.
As I approached the vineyard I noticed early morning risers jogging around the grounds of the mansion. It was a beautiful day despite terrible weather being forecast! I walked up to Warren field past the pigs and chickens and spent a couple of hours pruning the vines and weeding around them along with about 7 other enthusiastic volunteers, with a short intermission for a tea break. We then collected up stray guards (used to protect the base of the vines from being eaten by rabbits and muntjacs) and any metal rods that were laying around so that the tractor doesn't go over them. We had a productive morning's work and my aching body was testimony to the physical work I had done.
Back at the cottage, which is our meeting point, we stopped to eat lunch. I showed a few of the volunteers the things I had made for the fund raising and was encouraged by their positive comments. The morning's work at the vineyard completed for the day, I was now to embark on something else for the afternoon.
At 2.00pm I joined five other women for a willow weaving session. Now, this wasn't a relaxing willow weaving session as I had done once previously. This was a willow weaving session to make items to sell for the upcoming lambing event at the weekend! I said I didn't feel confident enough to make items to sell but was told that there would be people there to guide me. After two hours of intense concentration I produced a five foot tall pea support! I wasn't entirely happy at working under pressure and once I had made the support I didn't give it a second glance and I packed up to go home leaving the others to continue to produce more things to sell!
Tired and cold, I started off on the long walk home contemplating what I was going to do for dinner that evening.
I am looking forward to my session at the vineyard next week but I don't care if I see willow any time soon!