Last night was the first time since March that I thought, I really don’t want to be out here. If that only happens once every 9 months, I spose that’s not too bad.
It was Baltic last night. I had full ski gear on. It was pitch black. Becs and I were hoping around with a torch looking for rat holes. When we found them we put some poison down the hole and filled it in with soil.
The sheep have got bits of bramble stuck to them and we can’t catch them to remove it. We are hoping it will drop off eventually. I am still worried that we won’t be able to catch the lambs on D day.
On another note, I am loving Sue Perkins on the Good Life spoof at the moment.