Slight hiatus while we moved country again. Now we are living on the misty moors, a stone's plummet from Hound of the Baskervilles territory. But it takes time to re-adjust, especially when you have moved a whole family, and have a car with the controls on the wrong (right) hand side, and small sturdy ponies rear up at you out of the mist and lambs stick their startled heads through tangled hedgerows when you least expect it. Not to mention the cowpats. I'd forgotten about those. Digging poo out of your wellie tracks with the back of a teaspoon.
More soon.
