Talking to the goats. Pulling up carrots

Saying hello to passing horses

Playing with Nigel in the hay barn

The largest hen, Mrs Orpington, is also as friendly as can be and I discovered that she likes to be hand fed her corn rations

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One of the quails is a very vocal male and thinks it is breeding season.

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When I feed them I insist on a cuddle. They don’t like it (yet!) but they’re getting better. It’s for my benefits not theirs. Click below

I bought it at the village garden party in June and it is flowering, still, in December.

The delphinium has put out a second wave of flowers too.

If it stays mild then can we expect flowers all year round?

In September a friend gave me part of an alpaca fleece. I started to spin it a couple of days ago and I really like the colours and texture. I am mixing just a little Jacob wool in with the fibres as they are longer than alpaca and help to hold it together.

Spinning is a winter pursuit when the days are short and the nights long and I need to keep idle hands busy as I sit by the wood burner otherwise I doze off in the heat.

A wind down drink at The Anchor on the bridge at Silver Street.

For a RadFem event

I told her what I thought of Corbyn and his antisemite cronies and their lying spending plans. A plague on all their houses. But I will vote, I suppose.