The helicopter belongs to a longtime village resident who features in the Guinness book of records
Colmworth – another claim to fame
Next week we will walk in pairs in different directions- gotta follow the rules!
Thank goodness for fresh air, sunshine and chooks
The “madman” is announcing a major fraud (and his own victory). So this is democracy! I am off out to talk sense with the animals.
Sun rises on a day that promises sunshine and strife
Keeping the fire burning as we try to stay awake watching CNN election special
Hiding in mother’s skirts – keeping warm in her feathers
Next week? Who knows. We had a fun filled “window” visit today with lots of reminiscing (and a bit of bad mouthing too).
There’s no rushing this morning task
The milking has its own rhythm. First lead your goat to the milking parlour
Then brush the goat, wipe her udder, squeeze some milk into a cup to check for any impurities and then begin to milk into the pail. It’s relaxing, it can’t be rushed and sometimes Willow has to put up with me singing to her. In all fairness Jeremy milks four out of five days and seems to get a higher yield. I strain the milk each day and make halloumi twice a week.
A cat waits for his share of the milk from the cup
What to make for supper?
Mashed potatoes (desirees from one of many sacks of Gables spuds) accompanied by late runner beans and a tasty mixture topped with eggs and baked in the oven
