Burning

One lamb who has been lame had an anti-biotic injection, and had hooves prayed with antiseptic spray. At the other grass keep, Charlie dagged a ewe; we need to build a pen out of hurdles to spray and worm the flock at this grass keep.

Leaving we passed through Newton St Boswells, every time we pass through this A68 small town we find sport branded neds following and filming us with mobile phones. Initially we were going to the garden centre for lunch but diverted to a visitors centre named Harestanes. The visitor's centre consisted of a cafe and a number of small artisan shops; at the cafe Charlie enjoyed soup whilst I scoffed a delicious and reasonably priced artisan style sandwich.

We loaded the car with logs before Charlie fed some coos, arriving back at the farmhouse before sunset. Charlie lit the incinerator, thick smoke scented acrid farmhouse surroundings.

In the evening, I served a pasta dish named spaghetti bolognaise, because I am fed up with peeling potatoes every frigging evening.