Life in Wales - a complete change of lifestyle.
I can hardly remember what I used to do on days off. (Quick pause in typing - just remembered I haven't put the hens to bed.....) Today I mowed the paddock, topped up the water for the neighbour's cows, rounded up sheep, watered neighbour's garden and fruit plants / trees, watered our own garden, collected eggs and put hens to bed (yep...they're still alive). Our neighbours entrusted their valuable livestock, garden, vegetables and fruit to us while they take a much needed and well-earned rest in Austria (and Germany I think). So far we've done marvellously. We've only mislaid one hen. To be honest (and apologies to Helen if you read this) whilst we have done our best to keep their gardens watered - it has been one hell of a battle. They couldn't have picked a worse two weeks to be away. Their tomatoes are practically frying on the vine. And the garden (and fields) look parched. George (hunter-gatherer British Shorthair) is loving life. Though his life nearly ended the other day when he proudly legged it into the lounge with a bloody woodpecker. Panic ensued. We're love our two visiting woodpeckers. George must have known and thought we might want one for tea. Anyway - Stu rescued the poor thing. And George is now the proud owner of a purple collar (only other colour options were red and pink) with a bell. And Mollie is now shit-scared of him. I think the sound of the bell is on a par with loud bangs and fireworks. I had to get dressed this morning with her stuck to my leg. So instead of a woodpecker - tonight's treat was a mole. How cute are they? Such a little sweetie. That again was rescued and returned to next door's garden. Don't want to be accused of removing their property do we? Today's photos include some of Valle Crucis Abbey and this evening's sheep shearing activities...
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