We separated Tufty from Pinky and also Domino. We were planning on giving them an early and dignified retirement. Tufty had other plans. Last week we found him in the wrong quarter of the field – having abandoned the main flock to pursue his “old girlfriends”. We managed to get him away from Pinky and Domino with “food”. But today he has jumped the fence twice to get to his women and we are resigned to lambing with Domino and Pinky – even though Domino has a scarred udder and we will have to bottle feed her offspring and Pinky’s first delivery in February was so traumatic that “I” am still recovering!!!

The more pleasing surprise was this afternoon when I spied some rosy red apples on a tree near the raised beds. Then I realised that the fruits weren’t on the apple tree but actually on a tree we planted 7 years ago – a peach tree. The first fruits for that fine tree.

The Silkies went with K yesterday and this freed up the run for Grey hen and her babies

The women are having an early morning yoga session. Three came with me to feed the lamb and watch the goat being milked

Beautiful morning

Three courses under the stars.

Tromboncino soup. Pizzas (with everything) French beans with vinaigrette. Beetroot salad. Pasta salad Home pickled cucumbers. Apple crumble, pear sorbet and cream

It was a lively and delightful evening. Now the group are having a meditation session and we are slumped in our armchairs with a welcome cuppa. It’s like running a hotel – for three days, man!

I’m waiting for the yoga group to arrive – most of the food is ready

And Bobo is going, this afternoon, to the same Midlands family who rehomed Harry last year. I will miss him terribly.