A friend sent me a postcard last week. She saw it an exhibition and remembered my involvement, over 40 years ago, with CND – the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament

I was baking this morning and the juxtaposition of the cooking and the card reminded me that if only our leaders (so called) had listened to the anti- nuclear protesters then the world would not be living under this horrific existential threat.

We used to rattle the chain link fence at Greenham Common and shout at the soldiers, “Take the toys from the boys!” That includes all military weapons. I know it’s pie in the sky to believe that might ever happen. It’s getting worse and worse …

Picking them is painful (too many thorns on the branches) and it’s difficult to find them in any shops these days.

When I was a child the local greengrocer shops sold gooseberries, blackcurrants, red currants and greengages. Nowadays I rarely see these fruits in the shops snd if they are available the price is exorbitant. Blackcurrants are £16 a kilo if you can find them !

Out in the field Yardie is still grieving the loss of her lamb and all the other sheep are peacefully grazing

If only the outside world could be at peace and would that I could comfort Yardie. Her lamb has gone to a lovely home, truly

One of the mothers, Yardie, is grieving this evening. So sad.

A nearby smallholder came to view the lambs yesterday. she picked out her favourites. We tagged them just now. An ear tag with each lambs unique number and an ear tag with our unique smallholding number.

The vet was here and discovered fly strike on the lamb who had lost the wool. She treated it and then we brought in all the flock which she examined. The other 14 lambs are clear but we took the opportunity to spray all the sheep and lambs with Crovect. This protects against fly strike through the hot summer months.

I’ve just walked into the kitchen where I found this.

Am I living in a mad house? Probably but that’s fine with me