there were 500 hungry faces watching our every move with lots of bleating going on. there was a stampede when mr midgely got the grub out - he went in to the pen and they nearly knocked him over in their desperation for lunch.

then up to the rain soaked field to see the bonfire which doesnt get lit because of the hedgehogs and to watch jack the 1 year old sheepdog run as if he had springs on his feet.

later carpetbiter2 and three grown ups went to paint pots in the touristy pottery place. i said i wasnt going to do one and ended up taking over mr skaterg1rl's teapot - which he was doing for me anyway. a bit like when a bloke asks you if you want crisps in the pub and you say no and then eat all of his packet.

carpetbiter1 still enjoying the comfort of granny and doing very little.