Some bird shots to please Pete (sorry Rachel, no horse-like creatures in our garden)
Two complete sets with fingers, forearms and shoulders! I've completely demolished mine this week...
Decided there aren't enough mule reports on this blog...
A fantastic weekend sailing on the Solent. What a Buzz!
On Sunday we went digging … in search of caverns measureless to man. Unfortunately we only excavated a metre of passage. Still, the journey to the digging face was really quite fun, lots of climbs, ladder pitches and squeezy sections. No pictures, but a little competition….
Crikey they grow quick! Just seven days old (well, one chick is 7, there are 4 who are 6, and 1 who is a little over 5) and the blue tit chicks have at least doubled in size, perhaps three times!
At last, after nearly four weeks my heel has recovered enough from an embarrassing injury caused by running across the road in Carlisle trying to catch a train home! So today we went for a run - well more of a jog, or perhaps a fast walk - to get back in to our fell running training...
As you may recall, Blackie died when Ian was in Antarctica. When he was in Austria, Mrs Frosty snuffed it. Last week there was further trauma when his favourite rescue hen, Scrappy, passed on to the great chicken coop in the sky. So from six chooks the flock was reduced to three. Until now. Welcome …
Do you recognise this man?