Welcome to the Millers

The first impression has proven itself. We have been wwoofing at the Millers for 5 days now and from the first second we feel like part of the family. Of course, this includes the loyal paws that do a large part of the work on the farm:

Pipi, the youngest of the 5, too lively for our taste, listens the worst and never seems to run out of breath.

Glenn, the 'eye-dog', who drives the herd forward with his gaze without barking and always stands restlessly between our feet on the motorbike.

Meadow, the black one, can't do much and is often Steffi's companion over hill and dale.

Jay, the 'hunter-dog', can't focus on just one thing as the cleverest and reliably completes his tasks.

Kate, the elderly one, takes everything rather calmly and constantly wants to be petted.

Cathrine, 36, owner of the farm, runs the show together with her parents, showing us with a donkey's patience everything about her daily life and she is much fitter than us.

Ailsa, about 65, mother of Cathrine, a good cook who entertains us with a cheerful mood all day long and she is much fitter than us.

David, 69, father of Cathrine, likes to philosophize about God and the world, gives us great tips on how to get down the mountain faster with rubber boots, how to elegantly cross fences, and he is much fitter than us.

Since our farm is an hour's drive from the nearest village, work and life on a farm somehow belong together and because we like to help out, our everyday life is roughly as follows: to chase over fields, meadows, pastures, mud, streams, swamps, steep slopes to catch wild goats or drive sheep to other pastures, sometimes with a dog on a leash (which doesn't make things any easier), sometimes with completely wet wool socks in rubber boots (if the swamp was deeper than expected!)...

The fresh air and the farm work ensure that we start our 10 hours of sleep for regeneration no later than 9 pm.

In this sense: Good night! :)