A small ceremony in the Colmworth country park on this, Remembrance Sunday

As always I remember that my grandpa Sam survived the Battle of the Somme.

As I wrote in my book, “Jews Milk Goats”, quoting from an email that my late father sent,

“…(dad) spoke of the Battle of the Somme and of the time that he was going into the line when he met his eldest brother who was leaving the line. Their respective commanding officers gave them permission to spend a day together. Fortunately both the brothers survived and returned home after the War.”

Snuggle up in mother’ feathers

Thank goodness that there is a fence between these two cockerels else blood would flow

The goats aren’t pleased that their shed was mucked out yesterday.

They almost refused to go in last night

Flowers are still blooming in the mild autumn weather

I think it’s time to go indoors for a cuppa and return to the ugly world of real politik, wars and strife (as I switch on the radio news)

John Maltby was an internationally renowned potter and sculptor who passed away four years ago.

We were privileged to know all the Maltby family when we were neighbours in a tiny hamlet in Devon some forty-five plus years ago.

For those of you who have read my book, “Jews Milk Goats” you will have seen reference to our happy times in Devon. For those of you that haven’t you can still purchase a paperback or kindle version through Amazon or bookstores or other websites. The long, dark evenings provide a perfect excuse to curl up in an armchair with a book!