Lookout post

The open window in the truck is Bean’s latest favourite position from which to keep an eye on Tilda’s gate. Fortunately she’s sensible enough to not leap out of the window when she spies her bestie: it’s a 3m drop.

I learned how to fill my milk churn from the enormous vat of fresh milk in the cowshed up the road today. This frees G up from collecting and delivering my supply, and means I can pick up 4 litres whenever I want it, which is wonderful.

She’s happy for me to take as much milk as I like, so long as she gets the occasional cheese or sourdough loaf. What a fabulous deal. Some people are simply kind.