We’re deep in the throes of half term. We’ve made dolly peg pirates, baked gingerbread men, made a hanging mobile of the solar system, planted out tomatoes, and spent copious amounts of time at the splash zone (lots of movement-triggered fountains) in our local park, all with a grumpy, teething one-year old in tow. And it’s only Wednesday! The rest of the week will be spent lying down.
Last Friday Finch and I went to the Devon County Show. Here’s a photo of two beautiful Devon Rubies from the show. We had a fantastic day. I just love this sort of thing. There was a brilliant shoeing competition (I’m talking horses here by the way), which had me bouncing on my tiptoes with excitement. It was very close. And what a job! I wouldn’t like to be that near a horse’s back legs on a regular basis. It was great to see a local lad make the finals of the junior sheep shearing competition. Even Finch gave him a clap from over my shoulder in the baby carrier. I don’t know what it is about sheep shearing competitions but I always come away full of regret that I never learned how to shear five sheep in less than nine minutes. I suppose it’s never too late!
