Yes folks, by an intricate network of cousins (one of the benefits of living all of one's life in the same place) the farmer eventually managed to open the farm gate and drive his car out, locking the gate again behind him.
So yesterday saw us traversing Wensleydale through to Sedbergh to meet our God-daughter for lunch. It was a lovely drive, as it always is, and it was also good to see her again.
Now we are home and back to normal. Today there is second-cut silage grass to cut and already the farmer has gone out with his grass cutter on the back of his tractor to get on with the job. Luckily it is only the meadows which are cut for silage and not the pastures (here the sheep and cattle graze all Summer) because this year, as you will see from the photograph, there is a very special crop emerging. This is the first time for many years that we have had more than one or two mushrooms, but this year we are getting a good handful every morning. And they are delicious.
If you have never tasted a wild field mushroom then you don't know what you are missing. It makes you never want to eat the rubbish you buy in boxes at the supermarket again.
They are mysterious things mushrooms; for years they don't put in an appearance and then suddenly one year they pop up everywhere. It is probably a combination of last year's very wet Summer and this year's very warm July. Whatever the reason, we shall enjoy them while we can. Cold roast ham, runner beans from the garden and a mushroom omelette each for lunch methinks.
Enjoy your day.
To end on an amusing note. We were told of a young lady who wants to go into veterinary work when she leaves school and has enrolled on a course at a zoo to learn about animal management. It is a fortnight's course - yesterday - Day 1 - was 'the management of stick insects'. The final day is' the management of lions, tigers and elephants.'