Wolves

When I visit Englandshire I note that 'rural' life is pretty sterile. I mean villages might have a few farms but mostly they seem to be commuter retreats, and all is clean and well kept.

We've been blessed with glorious weather over the last few days. The sheep are out and wandering along verges and grazing every spare bit of grass to be found. And in the village this includes gardens. There's other new arrivals too - an older couple have moved into a house that had been empty for years. This morning I was in the post office and commented on the sheep keeping their lawns, and borders, and shrubs, wonderfully tidy. This prompted much hilarity. Apparently they are none too pleased with this voluntary labour and were in the post office yesterday asking if they sold sheep repellent.

Wolves? Shot guns? Nobody quite knew what to make of the request. But it will take years for the village to forget that one!

On Saturday we went to see a man selling pigs. Developments afoot. But this will have to wait a wee while because on Sunday we helped a neighbour cut back one of their willow hedges. We now have enough willow sticks to encircle Scotland with prime goat food and it is going to take me weeks to get them all planted.

But bright light warm days - winter seems to be over (despite the heavy frosts) and we are much much happier!