It is good to see that the place and I are still creaking along and life is regaining some interest and pleasure after so many years of witnessing and being responsible for my mum. It is going to be a long process but I still have time and life to live, plant seeds and grow food and harvest it – I may not ride now but Rufus is still thriving and the remaining goats are a happy foursome as are the ancient geese and of course we are all under the thrall and claw of the mad scruffy farm cat.