A week away and the lanes and grounds have become seriously overgrown. Proof, if we needed any, that the area is fertile and well washed with rain. Over the last week the grass seems to have grown at least 6 inches and possibly more, there is a serious weeding challenge in the vegetable garden.
The animals seemed happy that we were back. The sheep had been shorn during our absence which was a pleasant surprise. We will need to check whether they were given pour on at the same time. If not, then we will get some and have a go ourselves. They certainly look a lot happier, and younger, in their short coats.
The hens and bees seem safe and productive. We will have to search out egg recipes as we have quite a backlog that needs eaten. The bees were fed last week because of the rain but this week looks better and we will check the hives later.
The holiday itself was fun but watching sun-slapped holiday-makers greased-up and sautéing their beached bodies was not always pleasant. The sight of proud men strutting, mistaking their 'moobs' for pectorals, lingers in the mind, unfortunately. As the holiday was all-inclusive, with very good restaurants, there is a risk that I too have started down that road, so vigorous exercise is required.
One of the hughlights of the holiday was a visit to a turkish barber. This was an exciting 20 minutes as it is quite an edgy experience having someone stick scissors into all the orifices in your head in search of small hairs to be snipped. It was then followed by an equally anxious period when any small hairs which had survived the first sweep were eliminated by a brush over with a burning cloth on a stick. I may now need to change my avatar to reflect my hirsuit-challenged appearance.
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| Bald sheep fleeing unknown predator |
The hens and bees seem safe and productive. We will have to search out egg recipes as we have quite a backlog that needs eaten. The bees were fed last week because of the rain but this week looks better and we will check the hives later.
The holiday itself was fun but watching sun-slapped holiday-makers greased-up and sautéing their beached bodies was not always pleasant. The sight of proud men strutting, mistaking their 'moobs' for pectorals, lingers in the mind, unfortunately. As the holiday was all-inclusive, with very good restaurants, there is a risk that I too have started down that road, so vigorous exercise is required.
One of the hughlights of the holiday was a visit to a turkish barber. This was an exciting 20 minutes as it is quite an edgy experience having someone stick scissors into all the orifices in your head in search of small hairs to be snipped. It was then followed by an equally anxious period when any small hairs which had survived the first sweep were eliminated by a brush over with a burning cloth on a stick. I may now need to change my avatar to reflect my hirsuit-challenged appearance.
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