No signs of seasons at the moment, maybe because I'm still milking? Rowan trying to dry off, Ellie still going great guns
Got week off in a fortnight, got to move about 30 bales of broken, mouldy hay out of the hay barn. Heart sinks at the idea since it will all have to move moved by fork by yours truly and I've absolutely no idea where it's going to be put to rot but wherever, it will also have to get there by fork and foot due to the land round the barn.
Then I can go and collect my hay (and pay for it
) after which I shall feel happier about the winter coming.