The grass in our fields is growing and unusually very long.
I don’t know if I have seen it this good for many years. It has been a very wet summer. That’s all I can think.
The Icelandic boys are next door and the long grass will be all their’s in winter when they need it. We rotate the fields all year.
For now, they have plenty and are somewhat rotund.
It was a warm morning so, having photographed the chaps (for tomorrow when it is raining), I asked BeAnne if she wanted to go swimming. She didn’t need asking twice and jumped in because she is secretly an otter.
She amused herself, jumping in and out rolling in hopefully nothing (too) noxious.
I found an old piece of wood and threw it in.
It was taken away and hidden so I could never do that again.
Then my little sweetheart and hopefully delight posed for some pretty photos.
All was going very well until I said I was going back up to the house.
And that was it.
A sit-down strike. The Patterdale Terrier stubborness appeared. BeAnne would not budge. She just sat there while I walked up the hill to the house. She’s probably sitting there still.
(No, she appeared later when she realised Muzzah was more stubborn!)
