Today it is still sunny, although quite cool. But there is no rain about, which is good for the farmer as he has grass for silage down. However, rain is forecast for morning and the man who comes to bale and wrap our silage can't come until tomorrow morning by which time we expect it to be too late. This means that the lying grass will have to get wet and then dry off again - sad because this does mean a deterioration in the quality of the silage. But this is farming and as usual, the farmer seems quite philosophical about it all.
Tess has been for a cut and blow dry today. My goodness me, doesn't she look smart (and smell sweet!). I tried to get 'before' and 'after' shots for you but she refuses to look at the camera or to stand for her photograph. I tried in vain. She earned a lot of Brownie points from the farmer on her return because when they walked round the fields together she chased and actually caught a young rabbit. So that is one less.
My afternoon was spent at our Poetry meeting - always my favourite day of the month. Seven of us today and I think we all felt that with world news as it is, we needed to read cheerful poetry. There was quite a bit of Betjamen. We always smile about him because a friend, J, who has been dead for three years now, always considered him to be a second-rate poet. So when any of us read one of his poems we feel the need to apologise to her before reading it. We chat between poems - about the poem itself or the poet, or something it reminds us of. It is such a lovely, relaxed meeting of friends, and we sit in friend W's conservatory, where it is always pleasant and warm.