A mother twice over but still my bottle fed lamb (once upon a time).

On our Wednesday walk we used a footpath that we hadn’t trod for a couple of years. The field has been fenced and there are two strands of barbed wire at the top of the fencing. I haven’t seen barbed wire for many years. Nasty stuff. One of my sheep cut her nose on some back in Devon 46 years ago. The vet stitched her up and I cried!

On bridges, on lampposts, on railings – simple everywhere knitted red poppies to remember those who fought in two world wars. These ( below ) also appear around the town. They are tributes to those who served many of whom never returned. War is bloody and awful and, sadly, we are not learning the lessons of history.

Yesterday morning the geese were swimming in the pond. This morning they are preening themselves in the apple and pear orchard