I am off on my travels again south to stay with my mother.
Since the funeral, she has had an operation and needs my nursing care and support now.
This summer, I have spent so little time at home, that I am finding it difficult to feel settled anywhere.
I have also made a concerted effort not to get too involved with home life.
They are managing fine without me.
However, I have let myself become briefly reacquainted with the foals.
At the moment, they barely know who I am but I get to tickle and receive a random nose kissey if I am very lucky.
There will be plenty of time later.
Since being sheared, the Sheeples are on fine form.
‘Bert has, at last, put on weight and looks wonderful. All rounded out – his harsh time on the scattald (open hill) has been forgotten.
Lambie alternates between pretending he doesn’t know me or wanting biscuits. He is very fickle and easily bought.
My little vegetable garden is going great guns too. I did a bit of a thinning and tidy up and we had rocket for supper (so proud of myself, sniff – my first growings!)
Out in the big field, my boys are doing well.
I miss them more than words.
Everyone who lost weight this winter has put it back on again.
Once I get back properly, Newt and Albie will be gelded.
It has to be done.
And Her Maj? Well, she is thrilled I am home and I know she is happy sleeping in Daisy’s room when I am away, so I will just count the days until I am back again.
To be honest, I am finding this very difficult.