Last week the weather was lovely, the sun shone and it was warm. This week it is very wet, very windy and cold. The vagiaries of our English weather.
I put my coat on after tea in order to take Tess round the hay field for a walk, stepped out of the back door and the gale almost blew me over. If I fall onto the floor I find it more or less impossible to get up so I dare not go on.
I rang my son and he has just driven the mile round to the farm and taken her for her evening walk - not a brilliantly long one (he is not a dog lover at all) but at least a utility walk and the rabbits have had a bit of peace as she had to stay on the lead with him and was therefore unable to chase them.
Each morning for the past week when I have drawn back the curtains, there has been a baby rabbit on the lawn. Tess would dearly love to catch it. I dread it happening because were she to injure it I would be totally unable to kill it.
I am going now to watch Yorkshire Vet on television - one of my favourite programmes. I would guess that Thelma (North Stoke) watches it too - it is filmed in her area.