Adopted by friends in the village and introduced to the Wednesday walkers as we started out this morning

A Caucasian Shepherd dog called Sheera. Sheera was going one way and we the other. We continued along through muddy paths under sunny skies.

Mr Tufty shows off his splendid, curly horns. They keep on growing.

Unlike the grumpy old ram we kept in Devon, forty years ago, he has never tried to “ram” into me and he is a gentle and likeable creature who takes his flock responsibilities seriously. Good old Tufty.

At mum’s flat I met up with a young woman I hadn’t seen for nearly 14 years. So lovely to meet again.

The Post Box outside The Gables was “nicked” not decommissioned

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It’s being replaced. Thank you Royal Mail.

Click below as the sheep walk towards the fresh hay that I put in their feeder.

This morning I moved Lemon and her four naughty teenagers – they keep escaping over the low fence and running around the vegetable garden. They jump out but don’t know how to get back to mum. The new run has a bigger house and higher fencing.

The ducks are a joy and wanted to make themselves heard this morning -click below

A glossy, green parsley plant has seeded itself in the raised bed underneath the silver birch tree. I chewed on a leaf as I waited for the hose to fill up the water troughs.

The poultry are ready to roost before 5 o’clock which leaves a long evening. So……..

The green tomatoes we picked with the grandchildren on Sunday have just been made into 12 jars of green tomato chutney.

Results day on Thursday. Fingers crossed

A thin layer of ice in the buckets and a touch of frost on the grass

Nigel climbs like a panther – click below