Ah, it’s good to be back at Rosie’s farm for the day. The girls – Inca, Malachi and Sasha – were pleased to see me and they wolfed down the Cumberland sausages that nobody else wanted; the three goats seemed not to mind at all the week old lettuce and spinach, even on a  cold day; the llamas said, “Hay, how are you this morning?”; the chubby lamb recognised me in an instant and ran to meet me at the gate (as well as a caring ewe – just to make sure that I was no abductor); the sun was shining… intermittently, and then it hailed twice whilst I was out with the dogs. The hail was nice and dry, and looked like white sherbet pips – so much less menacing than hail the size of golf balls! And the spring flowers were beautiful!

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