Very cold weather means that the farmer does not stay out for long. He takes Tess for her morning walk round the fields - and this includes a look round the sheep at the same time - then sees to the hens. The ban on letting them outside has been extended; because of the bird flu risk they must now be kept in until at least February 28th.
He feeds the wild birds too. I suppose there is an argument against this when thinking about the flu, but we have done it for so long that a great number and a great variety of birds rely on us now.
The farmer makes sure that the kindling box is kept full and that the log supply is kept in good condition, makes sure everywhere is neat and tidy, and then he is in for the day (apart from a short walk with Tess after lunch and another walk around the sheep at late afternoon).
There are two newspapers to read (and he reads them from cover to cover and does the Sudoku puzzles too) and there is always a jig-saw on the go. In addition of course we sit and chat. Today friend C came for a cup of tea this afternoon and also to relieve me of a lot of surplus sewing/embroidery supplies so we had a pleasant couple of hours sitting by the woodburner, chatting.
Offloading all my embroidery bits and pieces has also been quite a relief. I spent the morning sorting them out for her. Does anyone else get a weird sort of pleasureable 'cleansed' feeling from a good sort out?