What started as a germ of an idea three years ago (big up Steve and Paul) has just finished its third year, when on the first Sunday of each month between Spring and autumn, enthusiasts gather to admire cars and bikes, have a light breakfast and raise money for the upkeep of St Denys Church. This morning the committee handed over a cheque for £5500 to the church wardens. A good time was had by all.

An early Chrysler

And a chat with an ex French Foreign Legionnaire ( who I saw in uniform last night at a party without knowing what uniform it was).

When I get outside the sunrise, the animals, the fresh air make it all worthwhile.

I was having issues with publishing this morning and had to have s live chat with WordPress who host the blog. I published the departed chicken blog as a test and, of course, when you don’t want something to work it did! On a happier poultry note, the young hens at the back of the annex laid their first two eggs today. Many thanks, girls. We moved the two small flocks of younger birds to their new larger premises leaving one mother hen in charge of all and putting the other two Bantie mums back with the Bantie cockerel and hen. Catching the birds was fun and games but we won.

A chicken died overnight and will be buried in the vineyard later

Sun up spectacularly

But a chicken had died in the night and needed to be moved out of the hen house

and two purple campanula plants (bought at the very good plant stall on the Thursday market square in St Neots) needed to be planted

And all while listening to Erran Baron Cohen’s album, Songs in the Key of Hanukkah, as recommended by email this morning by my dear friend in Sweden. Jazzy versions of old favourites such as “dreidel, dreidel, dreidel I made you out of clay”! Not exactly mainstream and my friend isn’t even Jewish. Even more strange is that the dreidel song was sung to Jeremy yesterday by a barrister during a telephone con and she is Hindu! Go figure.

Sun up spectacularly

but a chicken had died in the night and needed to be moved out of the hen house

and two purple campanula plants (bought at the very good plant stall on the Thursday market square in St Neots yesterday) needed to be planted

And all while listening to Erran Baron Cohens album, Songs in the key of Hannukah, as recommended at 7.00 am by my dear friend in Sweden via an email. Jazzy versions of old favourites such as “dreidel, dreidel, dreidel I made you out of clay”! Not exactly mainstream and my friend isn’t even jewish. Even more strange but the dreidel song was sung to Jeremy by a barrister yesterday during a telephone con and she is Hindu! Go figure.

The vet will be here later this morning to examine Lucy for any reaction to the TB test. We are waiting and hoping for a negative reaction.

Yesterday I bought Doves Farm gluten free flour and followed (and tweaked) an internet recipe for making gluten free jam tarts. Rolling out the pastry is none too easy but they seem to have turned out quite well.