English roses

Went to collect the joint from the butcher in the next village and espied these beautiful pink roses growing against the wall of a cottage. The large white sign is advertising eggs at £2.00 per dozen which is what we used to sell ours for before Mr Reynard got his fangs into our hens last year.

The vet came this morning to castrate and dehorn some calves. She will have to return as there are still a few more young ones that will need doing soon. The linseed fields are turning green again as the pale blue petals drop to the ground. Heard the cuckoo again.