We had a lovely evening out on Saturday last week, returning home quite late and in not too inebriated a state; just tired after my early morning start for the market. The girls rose from the sleep of the living dead somewhere around lunchtime on Sunday amazed that their evil parents had actually let them stay in bed all that time. So, zombie like, Gavin and I were hoping for a peaceful day possibly even for a bit of work on the house. Ho ho ho, should have known better. The sheep had decided it would be an adventurous day. In fact I am suspicious there is some kind of sheep algorithm that calculates proportionally the distance and frequency of travel related to the hour at which the owners return home of an evening. Crafty bunch. So 4 separate lots of sheep, one of which had the audacity to escape twice, and 3 hours wasted plus the feeding time etc it turned out to be a fairly average Sunday.
I am farming sheep and goats on the Dordogne/Gironde border with my husband and our 3 children. We have an on farm butchery and sell our meat direct to the public via the markets and delivery points in our local area