It's been hard. I've lost a number of lambs. JT says they would have died anyway and to think about all those that have survived with that little bit of extra help. I've just not hardened up enough yet.

But the good news is that the 3 I'm currently feeding are doing very well.

As I was tramping through sheep shit this morning in order to get to the mothers and babies who needed numbering before turning out, in my milk-impregnated fleece, with my shepherddess's crook and my mucky boots, my thoughts turned to the time when I won Best Dressed Teacher Award - 5 years running. Ho hum.

Awaiting the arrival of the new quad bike.