The Sheep Whisperer

On our walk this afternoon, Tess displayed a previously hidden talent for sheep whispering: one baa from her and sheep and their lambs came running from all parts of the field to the gate we were standing at. Even she had to admit, though, that they soon lost interest when they realised she wasn’t bearing bales of hay.

This morning I put a coat of wood stain on the bedroom door, while Tess tidied away the painting paraphernalia that’s accumulated there over the last week or so.

It’s turned grey and cold again today.