….to attend the opening day of the Pembrokeshire Show today, alas.
But we do hope to get there tomorrow or at a push on Thursday; as it would be such a shame to miss one of Wales’ premier agricultural events. Meanwhile on the Ffarm we’ve been busy in the Dairy Complex which has been thronged with all sorts of people doing all sorts of jobs – plumbing, dairy unit, electricals, welding – a real hive of activity.
And as our friends Pete & Barbara will be staying here on the Ffarm for a few days whilst working at the Show, I had to roll up my sleeves & start preparing their dormant accommodation; including hacking back the wild roses whose thorny branches are ever encroaching the entrance to the orchard. A modest froth of the heady pink-&-white, strong-scented blooms remain; but most have metamorphosised into an almost equally splendid display of fat, vivid-red rosehips, such a spectacular splash of colour during these otherwise unseasonably grey August days.
Meanwhile I had to hurry off to Cardiff to deliver samples of our gelato to prospective customers; whilst Tony opted to take some exercise up in the local forestry – unfortunately managing to lose his bearings & ending up out after dark in unfamiliar territory & inclement weather, ended up tripping over a barbed wire into a thick patch of brambles & ripping the brand-new shirt he was wearing, into shreds; as well as catching a chill into the bargain. Hmmm, I’m sure the poor dog was most impressed…a veritable interpretation of ‘Lassie Come Home’ – which didn’t quite go as planned.