The sheep had trampled my newly sown seed beds so peas and beans all need to be resown, and they'd nibbled the ends of the garlic, though I don't know if that will check their growth.
Last night I was cooking the children's supper when a was alerted to the fact that Barclay, the naughtiest goat in Berridon, was in the pond. Or 'the lagoon' as Eddie calls it, he really has delusions of grandeur that boy.
Barclay's problem is that he really does just love to be with people. When Kirstie Allsopp and Phil Spencer were here filming their new holiday programme Barclay, apparently, went into their tent and stole their biscuits.
I guess that makes good television... but some campers may not find it so charming...
Anyway, livestock running wild is too farcical which is why anyone embarking on this style of country life really must understand the importance of fencing at the right height (our goats can leap over their paddock fence in one great boing) and of children knowing how to close gates properly. Hands up who left the sheep gate open on Sunday night...
Today's pic shows my delphiniums which I usually cosset with all manner of slug repellents, but this past week they've just appeared and without even a copper ring forcefield are shooting up. I do love spring in the garden.
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