To the rescue

Thanks to Shirley and the good people of Neeps, we’ve had several visitors lending a hand today with more promising to stop by at the weekend to help us catch up on the big jobs that my illness has prevent us from completing.

The first to arrive was Carol (Purpledragon) and her tribe of bairns. Carol was only here for a few minutes before whizzing into the job list with gusto. In fact, she’s one of the few people I’ve met who matches my work rate.

She had the raspberries weeded in no time, unloaded 15 20kg bags of barley from the Land Rover (and later emptied them into the storage bin) and then lent a hand with getting the gates and barriers sorted ready to move Graham and Doris (two of our Berkshires).

I’ll bake a cake, Pa

When I told the boys we had visitors coming over today, the Big Lad promptly announced that he’d have to do some baking as “you’re too sick, Pa”. So, it was off to the kitchen where, after a look through a few cookbooks, the Big Lad decided to make soda bread with currants. Here he’s rubbing the butter and flour together.