As the ankle continues to improve, Tess and I went on a gentle walk yesterday. Correction - I went on a gentle walk, Tess tore about the fields after sundry rabbits.
The sheep and lambs have settled in well and I think you will agree, look very pastoral in their pasture. The sheep are losing their wool rapidly. It hangs off them in great loops and every hedge bottom is full of 'scratchings'. It must be so irritating for them. The farmer was discussing it at the Auction Mart of Friday with fellow farmers and apparently it is happening everywhere round here this year. They decided it is due to the weather.
In the well field the milking herd graze, their limit of grazing controlled by an electric fence. If you look at the photograph you can clearly see how they have grazed the dandelions away as they move across the field. As the dandelions have not yet seeded, you would think that eating the heads off would mean far less dandelions next year - but not a bit of it.
At the far bottom of the pasture the sycamore is in full leaf. At this time of the year it is the most beautiful tree and I love it dearly. Sadly, later in the year, sycamores always become really sticky-leaved and tatty - so I have to enjoy it while it is new.
The farmer has gone walking with his Rambling Group today (no fancy clothing, fancy hats or maps - these are Dalesmen who know exactly where they are going and certainly won't spend their hard earned money on fancy gear - they aren't Yorkshiremen for nothing.)
So Tess and I are on our own. There are plenty of jobs to be done, but whether I get them done or not - in the lap of the gods. The sun is shining and the forecast is awful - so the chances are not good.