Many wwoof's want to know what to expect in terms of

  • The working hours
  • The days
  • The weather
  • The food
  • The accommodation
  • What to bring
  • The type of work

well, er...
  • 8.30 to 4pm (or later in summer)
  • Monday to Friday, a bit at weekends
  • I don't have a clue about the weather
  • Good and hearty, no fads
  • Ok, can be cold in winter
  • Sleeping bag, old clothes, work gloves
  • Very variable, gardening, construction, anything.  We try to match you and the work

Now, in the summer (May to September) we are open to the public.  This means that you will have to smile at tourists and possibly answer questions.

Sometimes I may ask you to work either Saturday or Sunday and look after the visitors

We also cater to school parties.  You don't have to do anything, just be aware that they are going to be around.

 

Some also want to know about how we think and feel abut life, the universe and everything.  This is always a hard one but here are a few items that express my personal (Bob's) views.

Religious Philosophies

Judaism: Why does this Shit always happen to me?
Buddhism: When Shit happens is it really Shit?
Hinduism: This Shit's happened before.
Islam: If Shit happens, take a hostage.
Hare Krishner: Shit happens Rama Lama Ding Dong.
Rastafarianism: Let's smoke this Shit.
WWOOFism: Dig this Shit!

 

 

 

Others want to know if we have any rules.

The Rules

This is an anarcho-syndicalist-hippy-commune
{So there are no rules - except:-}
1. Bob’s word is law unless Catherine, Rowan, Connor or any other animate or inanimate thing disagrees.
2. If you make a mess clear it up.
3. If you use something put it away.
4. If you break something tell us.
5. If we run out of a food item tell us (we won’t replace it because we don’t want to spend money on WWOOF’s anyway!)
6. There is no rule 6.
7. Do as you would be done by.
8. Keep a sense of humour at all times.
9. Nil Carborundum Illigitabus! (This is Latin. If you don’t speak Latin I won’t explain it to you because I don’t talk to ignorant people!) 

 

 

 

And finally in words far better that any I could write

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

If you still fancy coming then I suggest you go to the enquiry page and fill out the application form.