Summer is here, the morning sunshine has a warm, vibrant presence.
Today we continued to muck out the farmyard; with the help of a friend, she didn't enjoy the obnoxious smell of rotting silage mixed with sheep poo but made a second attempt at getting stuck into the smelly but necessary job, that Charlie, who did the entire job, alone last year states a marathon, not a sprint.
Deciding to go look for two missing lambs I walked up the lane, whilst Charlie navigated his ascent upwards through the paddock. I walked through a wooden gate, and across pasture to find two lambs cuddled up together.
We came across a yellow flower named Viola lutea subsp. calaminaria before walking into a mushroom circle.
Charlie paused for ages searching for two lost lambs, he has enabled these sheep to grow, taking care of them generation after generation.
The search found no lambs, I've deliberated that lambs dislike the rain less than most people because our cade lambs dislike the rain the most.
At dusk we drove the car to the top of the glen, parked in a passing place, and enjoyed the sunset.
We cooked a Sunday roast dinner before returning our friend to her flat in Hawick, we watched, from the car, to see she arrived inside safely. Remained awake an hour inside my flat after Charlie retired to bed, focusing a last waking hour upon updating this blog.
Today we continued to muck out the farmyard; with the help of a friend, she didn't enjoy the obnoxious smell of rotting silage mixed with sheep poo but made a second attempt at getting stuck into the smelly but necessary job, that Charlie, who did the entire job, alone last year states a marathon, not a sprint.
Deciding to go look for two missing lambs I walked up the lane, whilst Charlie navigated his ascent upwards through the paddock. I walked through a wooden gate, and across pasture to find two lambs cuddled up together.
We came across a yellow flower named Viola lutea subsp. calaminaria before walking into a mushroom circle.
Charlie paused for ages searching for two lost lambs, he has enabled these sheep to grow, taking care of them generation after generation.
The search found no lambs, I've deliberated that lambs dislike the rain less than most people because our cade lambs dislike the rain the most.
At dusk we drove the car to the top of the glen, parked in a passing place, and enjoyed the sunset.
We cooked a Sunday roast dinner before returning our friend to her flat in Hawick, we watched, from the car, to see she arrived inside safely. Remained awake an hour inside my flat after Charlie retired to bed, focusing a last waking hour upon updating this blog.
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