Summer time...

..and the living is just great. We've had fantastic warm, bright weather in the wilds of Shropshire. The kind that makes you stop what you're doing raise your face to the sun and smile at the warmth seeping into your bones. Walking around the garden is bliss, the air heady with the scent of wild rose and honeysuckle. Glorious.

The goslings are out grazing as are the hens with their chicks, everyone is happy, especially the pigs in their wallow. Although the girls (Pygmy goats) do feel they should be on our side of the hedge when it comes to bbq time in the garden.

We're all busy with work, Rob's out a lot at the moment getting all his schools ready for sports day and now I'm working full time, the weeks are flying by, but it's lovely to sit out in the gloaming scratching a pigs belly and listen to the Curlews bubbling in the fields across the valley. Makes it all worth while really.

The kidlets are well too, eldest seems to suffer from what a lot of parents Im, sure already experience and that's a very active social life. I have definitely become 'le chauffeur.'

Thanks to all my writing buddies who've kept in touch. I know I've fallen off the face of the earth but I'm still writing where I can!