How many people can do this on a Sunday afternoon? I suppose the answer is how many people want to but I like it. I have always wanted to be able to take the goats for a walk and living here I can and I can take the dogs with me as well which is even nicer. It is something that strangely I have always fancied doing. Another dream realised.

The small goat in front is Kaiser (Bill) and the huge brown lump with the flappy ears that always manages to keep herself in front of me is Violet. She isn't a milker nor of course is Kaiser but I don't care, I like my goats. Yesterday I worked all day on making up two new information boards for someone to take to the Cwm Ddu fete on the 27th June, the same day we will be in Northern Ireland so afterwards to clear my head I took the dogs up the field and the goats joined me. Today I got Adrian to take a few photos just to prove I did it.


A few more photos that I took this morning then. I wanted to try and get the purple haze of grasses that you see in the field. I think I have captured it.

Isn't that just the biz? And one of the grasses themselves. It is nearly up to my knees in that field. Soon be time to try and get someone to cut it for hay. We have tried for the last 2 summers and failed. Most of the contractors are too busy to do small fields, they want to do hundereds of acres, not the 6 or 7 we have. As hay is one of our biggest expenses here, we would like to do our own and the grass contains a lot of herbage that our ponies thrive on. It is better for them than some of the posh hay we end up buying.


























And just a couple of the dogs this morning, can't resist it. If you recall I said they run hell for leather for no apparent reason. I think it is the noise of the grasses that fascinates them.

























So that's another day done and dusted. I really don't know where the time goes. I have been working all day apart for the these two sorties into the fields and I still haven't transplanted the cabbages. Did cut the back grass though. That takes an hour and a half on it's own. Hard work. I shall definitely transplant the cabbages tomorrow.


Off now to make spaghetti sauce and perhaps throw together a cake without using any eggs as our solitary hen has gone on strike.