After trying to call taxis online and see how much it would cost to leave Little M Farm asap, there was a final confrontation with the farm's owner, Bernice, who scolded me like I was a naughty school girl who didn't obey her commands last night that breakfast was at 8 AM. I opened my eyes at 7:59 AM. Off to the compost toilet and to wash my face with freezing cold water, and put my shoes on, I decided to use the 4 x 6 outdoor kitchen to heat water, have instant coffee and some oats cooked in boiling tea water. I used the toilet and sat by the outdoor shed on a rusty chair to eat. I heard footsteps. It was Bernice yelling at me that was instructed breakfast was at 8 AM and they waiting until 815 AM for my arrival. I said, "Huw told me breakfast was at 8 AM and work begins 9 AM and it's only 830 AM Im ready for work" I had been awake most of the night with severe needles and pins in both arms and legs from attempting to sleep in a mummy bag - not a normal sleeping bag I had to pay 20 pounds for in order to stay at Little M. My upper half body didn't fit in it and I was freezing, again, in the shed.
Their accommodations were sleeping in a shed!!! It was built of OSB board - untreated - and had been sealed up since Easter. My lungs burned all night from the formaldehyde out gassing from the glue used to hold the particles together. This glue is carcinogenic.
With this woman scolding me again, I knew her mistreatment would escalate over the next 19 days. I had to escape but the driveway was filled with rough stones and very narrow. There was also 100's of horse flies everywhere. If I ever made it to the main road - which was a narrow lane with no shoulder or sidewalk, that I would still be stranded in Stitians with only a pub.
By the grace of God, I am now safely in Penzance - homeless - but free from the Little M Ranch.
The sun is shining and I am warm. God will be with me.
to be continued.
Wild Oddities of a Nature Woman is a down-to-earth blog that embraces Mother Nature and all living things in a gentle, sustainable way. Come take trips with me into the gardens, the seashore, greenbelt trails, wildflower meadows, on a sailboat, and into my kitchen. This summer, travel with me to the ancient county of Cornwall, UK as I volunteer on 3 organic farms in the place where my ancestors were born, lived, worked, and died.
