Oh my goodness,
doesn’t time fly when you’re rushed right off your feet…?! Apologies for our lack of posts over the Summer; but things have been soooo busy here, phew!
Subsequently I promise I WILL post up some brief archive posts which will still appear in their chronological order; I’ll let you know as/when they appear, in case they’re of interest.
Meanwhile with Tony away for much of the time I had to cope with the last throes of kidding & lambing, alone; then there was the nail-biting wait for shearing (also tackled solo) & a drama of horrible flystrike to some of the sheep whilst warm-yet-wet weather persisted with our shearer, ‘otherwise engaged’.
No sooner had I stumbled through all that, than it was time to get ready for the gruelling round of summer shows – albeit with Tony’s prolonged absence we were only able to compete rather than trade, at the challenging Royal Welsh Show. But it still proved worthwhile….(of which more, in the archives!).
The most tiring show, though, was the three-day Pembrokeshire Show; as not only were the days long, the travelling distance was considerable. Therefore a full five days were peppered with outrageously early starts & horrendously late nights; added to which, we picked up more than just some wonderful new customers….
….SWINE FLU. No kidding, it’s horrendous; we’ve seldom felt so ill; so weak, so drained. Goodness knows how; but Tony & I somehow managed to stumble our way through the basic daily chores whilst mercifully ‘holed up’ here on the ffarm in glorious isolation.
Thankfully, whilst we’re still far from fully recovered we are at least, considerably better than we recently have been. However, Tony’s still suffering serious sinus problems; whilst I’ve got a nasty, sticky cough & constant, feverish shivers (not helped by the temperamental weather); if I manage an hour’s unbroken sleep at night, I’m fortunate.
We are at least assured we are no longer contagious; but added to that the struggle of an equivalent virus running through some of our precious goats; plus the vacuum pump packing up in the milking parlour; the cooling plant packing up at Food Centre Wales (again), leaving us dangerously low in stock with all our newly-acquired summer customers; plus the borrowed Bobcat we’ve been using to muck out the pens suffering catastrophic arterial failure & almost drowning Tony in a fountain of hydraulic fluid, things here are still pretty challenging.
But, you know us: invariably waving, not drowning…. 😉
Anyway: Watch This Space for loads of archive updates & unfortunately-but-necessarily abbreviated posts, hereonin. Never has that hackneyed phrase “so much to do, so little time…” chimed so true for us, as it does now.