Rain beats the mobile home and it shudders under the blast of  an unruly wind. It has taken me a while to post the two posts below – in fact the sheep flock left here in August and the fields fell silent and I cleaned out the shed and made that back over into a more horse centric environment.

The shearing machine still hangs from the ceiling and the scales rest in the corner but the flock won’t be back and neither will a new one.

First to the Big Screen..

Grass growth has been lush without the ewes and the neighbours young calves are tackling the lower fields for a while,  a friendly bundling mass of black and white that moves as a whole and then spreads out along the interconnecting fence line to watch us at our day as if we are their fav’ TV show.

The sheep flock sold very well and I ‘topped the market’ and got a mention which was ironic as the first time I ever sent stock through a market – Axminster that was then – I did the same and couldn’t understand the fuss – this time clutching a much bigger cheque than I imagined I would get selling at that time of year in that way – I felt at least that it wasn’t all wasted, that my ‘investment’ paid off – it helped a little when the silence crept in and around the place and when my eye was drawn to the far hedge I then remembered  there were no lambs to get caught in it…

The weather has ‘come in now’ wet and wild and we are still not yet back in the farm house and my mum is also in the mobile home with us. Fodder is stored for the horses and shavings for beds if they need them. Apples lie un cidered for the marauding geese and winter is coming …

Today is definitely a day for the ‘fishing onsie’ and the beanie hat!