A day in the garden and in the kitchen, both of us cooking (although never together!) and shelling peas, harmoniously, as we stopped for an afternoon cuppa. Weeding, planting out, pruning.

The broad beans might be ready to taste by the weekend

Lucy has enjoyed all the trimmings and thinnings and tasty weeds. Lily sometimes gets the scraps from her mother’s table. Her coat is turning black and she is becoming a little less scared of us.

The quails are adorable and we play a daily game of hunt the eggs. They might be anywhere in the hay barn and are brilliantly camouflaged.