The last of the Summer eatage beasts have gone. They went to our local market to a store beast sale. This means that a farmer who has a plentiful supply of barley which he has grown himself and therefore does not have to buy in, will have bought them to keep indoors and fatten up to go to a fatstock market in about six months time. Buying in Winter feed is a very expensive business so that those farmers who have to buy it all in tend to sell their stock off at this time of year.
We are having our milking parlour re-roofed this week. We no longer use it as we went out of milk production when we had foot and mouth disease, but we must not let the milking parlour deteriorate. For the sake of whoever comes after us it is our duty to keep the building in good shape - hence the builder is here and the farmer is acting as builder's labourer.
When I came back that way from my after-lunch walk with Tess I took a photograph - "for posterity" I told the farmer, and also to remind him of how to do it the next time it needed re-roofing. He replied that he would be "pushing up the daisies" long before that as the last time it was done was apparently around 1930!!
It is the most beautiful day here today. We awoke to an apricot sky of such clarity with an almost full moon still shining and the sky has stayed a clear blue all day. It is cold and there is a slight breeze but the builder and his labourer say it is reasonably warm with the sun on their backs.
I am off now to choose my poems for tomorrow's Poetry meeting - one of my favourite afternoons in the month.