Post banging in...

P has been replacing all the dodgy rotten posts this week with shiny new ones. We finally hit on a method that involved my driving the tractor and him positioning them with a small mallet before awaiting the arrival of a post driver. Understandably, after 250 of the things, he's a wee bit knackered.

I've finishedddddddd!!!!!

Hallelujah! I've finished the pruning. It's all pruned, all pulled and P has taken all the piquets that need replacing out.

Next week then we can start tying in, repairing wires, tidying up, etc etc.

Before then though I need to deal with the Tax forms... oh joy oh rapture.

Sunshine.

Well the sun is shining and the daffodils are out.

We've been away for a week and I'm back to pruning and trying to summon some enthusiasm for trying to arrange appointments with the tax office/VAT man and the-new-mythical-green-form lot.

I'm going to set myself the task of finishing the pruning in this weeks forcast, sunny weather and save all tax do-hickeys for next weeks rain... somehow that seems appropriate. I hate accounts and tax things, it makes me feel like a child, waking up, with something nasty in the back of ones head, which you've temporarily forgotten whilst asleep... than again I suspect this feeling isn't restricted to childhood.

Until then, back to the pruning.

Hope its sunny where you are.

Spring is here.

Spring is definitely here and its been absolutely beautiful this last couple of days.

We've spent it wrestling the roots out of the ground and periodically cursing and having to go and get the tractor to re-cut them.

It's these days, though, that I especially love it here, as the sun sets and we can see what we've done.

And then there was one..

They came, they took and they left the little lamb that was next to the solitary sheep.

We retrieved from the brambles, drove and returned it to its flock.

I stink of sheep poop and I'm not sure how she's going to fare.

She tottered towards the fence after me after I put her down... P had to tell me that she'll be fine and telling stories of driving in the car. I'm not so sure! Her little face was heartbreaking.

And there, Ladies and Gents, is the reason I don't keep livestock, or eat lamb for that matter.

Incessant babble about....

Must we have this incessant babble about....SHEEP.

Ok so they took the dead lamb, but we now have a single solitary, living adult, noshing it's way across our field and clearly wondering where everyone has gone!

Poor thing, I think if it's still there later, or tomorrow we'll try and find it's owner... "Vous avez laissé une brebis sur notre terroir.... encore."

etc etc.

Sheep update...

Well it took two days but the dead lamb has been taken away.

I should think so too!