Our time on the farm was not without incidents, although it seemed to be mostly Sponge that suffered. One of our tasks was to rotate the position of sprinklers at the base of each of the 2000 hops plants... which meant almost 1000 squats and bends in a single day, in scorching heat. During this activity, we also discovered (the hard way) that the leaves of hops plants are covered in tiny little hooks, that love nothing more than ripping up the skin of the foolish uncovered human - resulting in Sponge displaying a record allergic reaction by the end of the day. With arms (and the odd patch of leg) covered in abrasions that felt somewhere between severe sunburn and jellyfish stings, as well as crippled legs, the dip in the icy lake that evening was more than welcome.
A few weeks later, while rearranging some logs, Sponge's head unfortunately collided with an airborne piece of lumber... This was followed by immediate swearing, gushing blood and profuse apologies from Sack (who had thrown the log), before a dramatic car rescue of the bleeding Sponge from the bottom of the farm. Fortunately, no stitches were necessary and Sponge took great joy in a day full of resting, ice packs and a big bowl of ice cream.