Today is just one of those days when the best laid plans are thwarted. First Bernard with a beard turned up with another huge trailer of hay as we got through the last 250 bales in no time. Chas groaned and I shot off to the shops as heaving hundreds of bales of hay wasn’t going to do my elderly back any good.
I was just settling down to write more magazine suff when a very chic young lady turned up in a lorry with a ton of Camelibra and a ton of Fibregest. It has to be unloaded by hand as these vehicles do not have a tail lift and we don’t own a fork lift truck. Chas would love one but he is not allowed to spend that much money and he has some toys already – i.e. the digger. Andrew was out in it the other day getting rid of the giant ruts of mud on one of the tracks, it is quite civilised driving along there now. That might be it for the day but I suspect all our guttering for feed troughs will arrive next.
The goat cheese man emerged from his dairy this morning, fetchingly clad in white and green, and unusually cheerful, shouting ‘it’s spring’ and ‘the grass is growing’.