The tractor has been earning its keep, tilling the patches where, last year, we grew squashes and potatoes. The earth will dry out and then have a second tilling.

The lambs play in the barn at their peril. The risk is a cuddle and a kiss from J and me

Inside the house Nigel is trying to climb on anything and everything. I’ve just put him out for fear that he will jump onto the ceiling light as he did a few weeks ago.