The sheep are sheared and drenched, the lambs are all injected and sprayed for blow fly and lice, and Maa’s been done for horse fly and midgy (she tastes most peculiar) and she’s finished the paperwork (boring), so we’re off out — it must be Summer.
Keeping Cool!
Posing in the sunshine!
Walks now limited by bovine population explosion.
So we’re going to dig another pond with Alan’s new little helper…
Who is quieter and less temperamental than the old one who had to be taken away. Driven onto the lorry with much slipping, sliding, huffing and puffing of blue smoke — Alan was sad.
But the topper has broken so, while Alan mends it, Maa and I have got to cut all the thistles by hand — that’s why I’ve got to do the blog — Maa’s too stiff!.
Cheers all!
dianaashworth 
Great Diana (or Pedro!). The thistles have got to me also-reckon I have now removed over 1,000 by hand. Why so many this year?
I think, like us, they like it hot and dry. I’m measuring mine in acres but at least I have some help — I cut and the following day the sheep clear away the bodies and Pedro, well he guards me — he says ‘you never know when they might start fighting back!’