Rowlee
The beloved granddaughter Phoebe Harriet is six months old today. What special joy she has brought into our lives. She is the best baby ever and this week she began the process of weaning. She was very happy with broccoli but not so keen on avocado. Perhaps she had heard about the carbon footprint of this increasingly popular fruit. I am looking forward to feeding her some mashed up swede on Sunday. Weatherwise today was overcast at first but round about two o'clock the clouds parted to reveal our particular star shining brightly in an aquamarine firmament with occasional wisps of cotton wool scudding quietly by. I needed no further invitation. Soon Clint was in full harness and we galloped out to the hills. I tethered him near Hagg Farm above the valley of The River Ashop and soon I was walking up, up to the sky. Well, not really the sky - just Rowlee Pasture - an area of open moorland above Rowlee Farm. As I had set off so late in the day, I reduced the ...