This is who greeted us this morning at 08.30 when we went to feed all the sheep, ponies, horses, etc. Father and son, methinks.
Breakfast, BeAnne’s pills and potions, and then off to feed the Minions (while putting out fresh water for the Icelandic Ladies en route).
It was a glorious day as Floss and I noted while the car slid down the track to Leradale with the air of one that might not actually make it back up the track again.
Brakes? What brakes? Those are for wimps!
Luckily, we saw our neighbours (who were trying to un-stuck their car at the top of the track), so while we completed our Minion chores, they put down salt and grit on the track. I tried my best but my car got stuck half-way up their track!
But with three people behind (neighbours plus Floss), they pushed my car to the top of the hill where their car was also stuck.
And luckily, again, a few days ago OH had given me a tow rope for my car muttering “just in case and you never know”.
So I towed my neighbour’s car out for them to say thank you for pushing me up the hill!
From henceforth my car is not going down the track to Leradale. We will park at the top and lug. It’s the only way. Everyone has to be checked, fed and watered. We will manage.
Still, it was a beautiful day for it just very hard work!
Photos from my wee potter with BeAnne after lunch.