The grey light of an overcast dawn presaged another gloomy day of twilight rather than sunlight.
With friends Barbara & Pete from the Gluten Free Company staying for a few days, I was up at first light to clean & check the caravan’s provisions in preparation for their visit. They’re attending the Pembrokeshire Show to offer visitors the welcome opportunity to taste samples of their delicious produce. I can only hope the weather is better for them than it has been over the past few days as apparently business has been snail-pacedly slow & the site, a quagmire; although inevitably the organisers are coping as best they can with the inclement conditions. It’s such a shame as it’s a lovely event with a far more intimate atmosphere than that of the extremely grand but rather more imposing Royal Welsh Show.
Tony grumpily tackled the morning milking, teamed with an equally grumpy group of goats who were clearly cross at the prospect of potentially spending Yet Another Tedious Day, indoors. I busied myself with the cleaning, & installed the new microwave & grill I’d purchased as the caravan’s oven has recently proved – ahem – occasionally temperamental. Everything was soon warm, cosy & clean; & having marked the path with solar lights (I don’t have any Hanzel & Gretyl pebbles, alas) everything seemed suitably prepared for their arrival. Until I remembered the sheep, that is….
Great lawnmowers, our fleecy friends. In anticipation of our visitors’ arrival I’d decided to spare a somewhat fractious Tony the chore of mowing the lawn (which he loathes with a passion so always something to keep him usefully occupied, if I’m particularly annoyed with him) & had instead transferred our little flock into the area, to cut the grass on his behalf. However, being unusually sociable sheep they were still gleefully charging into the little paddock every time they heard me approach; behaviour which I was worried might alarm our unsuspecting chums – especially if they were wending their way though the orchard after dark. Thankfully our woolly comrades didn’t take much persuading to vacate the premises, being curious creatures who love the novelty of ‘pastures new’; & having faithfully followed their erstwhile shepherdess were soon munching contentedly on Carreg Gwen’s rich clover.