Hello there. I’ve been MIA for a while, mainly a result of my working and being a grown up (worse luck). That I won’t bore you with, but I have put into words another wee tale of growing up in the wild west of Ireland. Bonfire night. Once a year all of the neighbours would … Continue reading
Long ago, I attended a gem of a place called school. I realise I’m only out of education three months, but I’m talking about a while back. And whilst most mornings we would (all 6 of us) fit into the back of my childminder’s tiny car (we were who sardines in a tin got their … Continue reading
Jennifer is my cousin. She was born that way, she couldn’t help it, poor girl. We spent a lot of time together growing up, whether we liked it or not, for my mother’s family are all quite close. Quite a lot of our time was spent running like mad eejits through homemade obstacle courses- when … Continue reading
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*That may or may not be true. We have, thanks to @darrenbradley, 2 new little kittens on the farm since last week. They’re settling in well and have taken over a few chairs already. They’ve also just melted the hearts of the whole family, and we spend hours sitting down with them and ooohing and … Continue reading
Goes to this: Does it not? I went out to check on him there and couldn’t for the life of me find him, until I spotted him nestled amongst some bits and pieces there. Adorable little lamb, a triplet that we’re struggling to keep going at the minute. His poor mum just isn’t able for … Continue reading
And whiskers on kittens? Perhaps. But here are a few of my favourite things 🙂 Well given that I really have to stop being super lazy and write posts, and due to the fact that there was thunder here today, I’m popping in a new topic. Things I love. You know, the things that make … Continue reading
Well there I was, settled in front of my computer glancing out at the trees being bent over backwards by the wind, happy in the knowledge that I could have a lazy day. And then it all changed. For in passing, farmer Richie sauntered in and casually came out with ‘you know we have gooseberry … Continue reading
A day at the GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Or G.A.A as those less farmery pronounce it. But really is the Gaah. Traditionally the typical gah day can go one of two ways. A blaring sun shining down on a pitch packed with supporters, everybody looking nicely burned and sweaty to boot, and the crowd shouting themselves hoarse at … Continue reading
Autosomal dominant, anyone? We have 3 lambs that aren’t panda lambs. Defying the odds 🙂
Cake in the country 