My animal-loving, puppy-yearning daughter is in the unfortunate position of being part of a family that 'doesn't do' creatures (apart from our planned chicken arrival). Fortunately she has the occasional opportunity to visit my sister-in-law's where animals come in all different sizes and varieties.
This weekend we celebrated the arrival of a new member of the human family and also heard of K's success at delivering and rearing other members of our non-human extended family! E was a hit, feeding tiny reluctant Midnight and making repeated visits to check on sheep-related matters in the local vicinity. I have no idea where this instinct comes from, I think it must, somehow be in my husband's genes. My lot were bakers and hairdressers.
Visiting K's is a little like being in a Disney film. I spent most of yesterday stitching patchwork hexagons whilst an enormous Alsatian chased a puppy version of himself, a cocker spaniel and a terrier around and around the garden between said extended family playing cricket and the occasional game of badminton. It was bedlam! There were a couple of cats, flocks of geese and a charming collection of tiny ducklings milling around the place. I wouldn't have been surprised to see a llama or two.
It was wonderful to be welcome little O and have such a lovely family day. The sun even shone for most of it.
It's amazing, too, what a little bit of time chilling does for a person's batteries. It's good to get away sometimes and absolve all responsibilities to one's hosts. Cheeky, but nice.