Tuesday, April 22 – Sealed lips
I’m rather worried about Martin. Not only did he sleep all yesterday, only getting up to eat early in the evening, but he then went straight back to bed and slept late this morning too. And on top of that he’s hardly said a word about where he’s been and what he’s been doing. It’s not like him at all. He always likes to talk about himself.
So I’m beginning to wonder if he might have experienced some terrible trauma. He doesn’t appear to have any injuries as far as I can see. He was dirty, tired and hungry, but other than that there is little to show for this risky eleven day escapade.
Stephen is as mystified as I am. He said, Dad always likes to show off about his exploits. It’s not like him to be so quiet. The girls aren’t so concerned, they are just glad he’s back home and I’m no longer worried about his safety. Jane is more bothered about the absence of Bubbles and keeps saying she can’t believe her father lost him.
When he finally emerged this morning, Martin gulped his nettle tea, ate some scrambled eggs and then went off to the fields without a further word. I think I’m just going to leave him alone until he is ready to talk. If he is suffering from post traumatic stress, he will need time to recover but talking will help him to come to terms with his experience in the end.
In the meantime, Stephen and Jane worked hard today bringing in more dry kindling and logs. There was heavy rain all last night and the weather still looks unsettled. If we are in for a protracted spell of cold and rain we shall need plenty of wood for the fires. I’m glad of the rain for the vegetable beds, but hope it doesn’t pour day after day and stops me staying on top of the washing.
The rain benefited the hens too, bringing up more worms to boost their protein intake. They laid five eggs today, three brown and two blue.