Home sweet home

To glorious Staffordshire sunshine.

Yes, it's windy, but there's a blue sky to rival those of Funchal.

Yesterday's flight was wonderful and as it arrived early, I managed to get the hotel hoppa an hour earlier than in December and was home by one am. A good night's sleep, and I collected Sparkie from her hotel.  She's fine - and purring for England.

I couldn't miss this wonderful blustery morning, so I've been for a walk - and checked on our little calf.  He's not so little but he's still got attitude.  I think he's lazy too. He was hiding by the hay both when I went past on my way out and on my way back.  But snuggling up to Beauty seems to be his best defence against the wind.