I can’t pretend much happened today and I am not complaining.

I left fairly early to work on my eternal garlic bulb mountain – trimming roots and stems – at Turriefield.

Alone for a while, I happily trimmed away, and then two more folk came to join me, as it was persisting with rain outside.  The task became infinitely easier and quicker.  We trimmed two full wheelbarrows sorting them into four piles – small, medium, large and grot.

A good lunch and then home whereupon I let the ponies back out onto their track.  Despite my best efforts, they are determined to look fat but as long as they don’t show signs of laminitis, we can live with that.

A felted sheep made in the afternoon, and Pepper found an old rabbit that she laid claim to.  I don’t, for one second, think she caught it but said dead bunny is now her BFF and no one is allowed to dispute that fact so we are all leaving her well alone in the garden where she has now gone to sleep on it.

So, that was my day.  Not very exciting but that’s exactly how I like it.