I killed my neighbour’s three cats today. After what Dr
Bellamy said about the dangers they pose, I thought it in everybody’s best
interest.
Actually, I made an extra fuss of them, just to spite Dr
Bellamy. I think the modern mania for risk avoidance is going a bit too far and
we’re losing sight of the fact that if you completely stop people taking risks,
you stop them living.
* * *
I also lifted the onions, about a month later than usual. It
was a poor crop this year, courtesy of the cold, wet spring and farmer Robinson’s
heifers trampling all over the onion bed in May. I estimate they should keep me
supplied until about Christmas. They usually take me through to at least March.
* * *
I didn’t go up the lane to see the sheep this evening. I was
worried that leaning on a gate which a sheep might have breathed on could be
injurious to my health. So instead, I took the downhill route via the post box
and the pub, and then along Church
Lane. The view across the valley isn’t quite as
extensive as it is from the higher point, but the view of the sky is slightly
better, since it’s relatively unencumbered by power cables. And what an
interesting sky it was. Most of it was what you’d expect of a post-sunset
western sky during a spell of high pressure – a mixture of pale blue and
feathery orange. But there was a line of clouds sitting on the horizon that were
hard edged and almost black. I’ve never seen clouds look so much like ink
blots.
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