Late start. Partly due to tapping my fingers waiting for bikes to be set up. Went over crossroads by bike, heading for dairy farm but instead found Maun, with his logs flying through the air and couldn’t resist. He was amused by my translation card. We’d have probably had a laugh but for the language barrier. He seemed to be by himself, nobody emerged from the farmhouse.
He had this great system with his 3 engines, for processing the wood. Meaning he can do it all himself and in solitude.
He went into his house, at the end. So before I left I plucked up some courage (wtf wrong with me?) to say goodbye. As I approached the house he was in the window, wearing comfy house clothes. I just had a fleeting image of him putting me in the basement. He was glad I’d come by and smiled happily when I gave him my website . We shook hands, he wrote his name down. I did a Kiitos palyon.
The drawing I made feels mediocre. As I was completing it in dissatisfaction it I had the disturbing thought that I was living the dream if the dream is a 6 year old’s farm machinery obsession. Like that place ‘digger land’ where grown ups can go to play on bulldozers.
