Chapel Minder

The cold snap seemed to be a little short lived and it appears to be back to damp and murk - but how long for?  I like it when it is cold but do not like damp, mud and fog.  However, the four wheel drive on my new car is lovely and means I can get in and out the field gate despite whatever the weather throws at it - so far at least!

The merry band of 20 leftover lambs are still living in the Grave diggers field but not for much longer as it is getting pretty wet in there.  At the weekend they will return to the hill and then the difficult decision has to be made as to which of them stay and which of them go.  As always some of the most friendly ones are the boys and they really do have to go.

My first Christmas Fayre is on Saturday and The Flower Lady has been busy helping to increase stocks so I am hoping to get a sale or two at the weekend.  Last year I did well at Alweston but that is no guarantee I will this year.  The banner, table cloth and all the other paraphernalia is ready with my alpaca broach waiting to be pinned on so I shall let you know if the event is a success from the knitting point of view.  Carl is delighted he does not have to go with me as he will be busy setting up the race and footbath so all sheep can be checked and a few persistent limpers dealt with - that is Sunday's job.

I have spent a nervous week in my temporary role of Chapel Minder.  This should not be an onerous task as the chapel is opposite the house but The Mother of Boys is so diligent I didn't want to let the side down.  My duties were to check for animal attack (apparently a badger was once found behind the organ) ensure a fire didn't break out and deal with the remote possibility of human pilfering of the hymn numbers.  Luckily, all was well and The Mother of Boys now has the key back and Chapel care is returned to her capable hands.

Now I don't really have a photo for you as I haven't taken anything very interesting so I have searched the archives and come up with a random lamb one from last spring - note that pesky bird in the background!

And an old one of Carolyn with her cria, now in Italy, behind her and Axle, the black cria, who went to Lincolnshire.