Quite a change

Well, things sure are different than they were 3 days ago. I have arrived at my new farm, and it is quite a shock. First, was the travel. When I arrived back in Paris I thought that my train was leaving from the same train station that I arrived in, which turned out not to be the case at all. I ran off to Gare du Nord as quickly as i could; but arrived only to watch my train pull away. So I booked for the next train, then used the remaining balance on my phone card to get some internet time so that I could contact the next farmer ( I did not have his number, good planning I know) Then I arrived at a stop only to watch my connecting train depart without me (only a 5 minute change over and I could not read the signs or walk fast enough) So, i finally bought some more time for my phone and called Kevin to tell him that i would be later again. He was busy when I arrived so I hqd to wait at the train station for a while while he finished some other buisiness. It was all finally over and it was off to the farm.
As it turns out he does not actually live near his land. He lives in a flat in the city of Lille, and drives about 40 minutes to his far, each day. Because of this the working arrangement is a little bit different, I go to work with him every other day, so that he doesn't have to drive me home after the half day that is usually the arrangement. I worked yesterday harvesting onions and potatoes, we were away from the flat all day 13 hours, and today, I'm totaly on my own.
The farm is more of a traditional sort of plant lots of plants and try to grow lots of things sort of place, and not exactly welcoming, although he seems to do his best. When I arrived I got to start right in with preparing onions for market. I was working with two people who were also wwoofers, but one of them lived in Belgium and commuted to work every day, and the other was from Lille, and also just came to work some of the time. As a foreign wwoofer, I would be living with Kevin in his flat on the outskirts of Lille. I have a cot in the main room.
Which brings us to Kevin himself. I really can't make up my mind about him. Sometimes he seems perfectly reasonable, if a bit quirky, and sometimes, he seems slightly derranged. He is very motivated to be organic, which I admire, and he really wants to make his farm sucessful, he's very commited. But he's told me a few stories about finding wildlife near his plants, and how he "just doesn't think" and immediately tries to kill it. He's throttled a rabbit and a grouse, and the stories are complete with crazy arm gestures and dieing animal reinactiments. He really is a character.
Things are definitly going to be different here, his flat doesn't have internet, so I'm in an internet cafe thingy, and only half way through this post did I figure out how to change the keyboard layout. The a, q w and m where all out of place, and punctuation, just forget about it :-). Now the layout is fixed and I just have to type on instinct, because the keys lie.