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We were out early as OH and I were spending the day in town. All the animals were fed, the dogs walked and sheep in their field.
Town was surprisingly busy and very, very cold. There was a bitter north-east wind that seemed to turn according to whatever direction we were walking in. It was always blowing in our face. Minus 3 apparently. It felt colder but I was wearing clean clothes so perhaps my usual dirt wasn’t there to keep me warm.
A nice lunch with friends in an “interesting” restaurant but the company was excellent which is all that really matters. An exchange of early Christmas presents and OH and I drove home before it got dark.
This is the view from where I stopped the car to get more petrol. Not bad, eh?
While OH unpacked the car, I looked after the ducks – and certainly not the sheep who need nothing but came along optimistically.
There was even flying, which is no mean feat if you are large Muscovy duck built like a Lancaster Bomber.
While I fed the ducky-wuckes, Pepper entertained the sheep. ‘Ster was particuarly receptive.
And Pepper has a thing about sheep lugs – which presumably tickle for the owner while she investigates.
There was no butting, just Lambie looking slightly gormless on the side-lines!
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