My New View.

For the first seventeen years of living in this house, the large field which covers the land to the back and side was used as summer pasture for a herd of beef cattle. And then the farmer effectively retired and the field was taken over by a smallholder who grazed a few sheep and Dexter cows there. For the past several months the Dexters have been absent and only five ewes have been grazing an area of land sufficient for ten times their number.

But now everything has changed. A much larger flock of sheep has been moved in, and they have lambs with them. Do you realise what that means? It means that if I want to watch the lambs playing and interacting with their mothers I no longer have to walk nearly a mile to the top of the lane; all I have to do now is look out of my bathroom or bedroom windows. (And four of the lambs are black, which is unusual and rather splendid.)

I don’t suppose anyone will be remotely interested in this news, but the sun is still up, the dinner dishes are washed, and I felt like writing something.

(Oh, and I had a vivid dream about the Lady B a couple of nights ago and it was quite unpleasant. She was constantly cross with me for some reason. I’m not entirely over it yet, but I will be eventually.)