There is much running backwards and forwards accompanied by a chorus of delight. Ears flap.
Sophie liberates lamb on a rope and then refuses to let her brother have it. Bob is not pleased. He gives me his ' Do something ! ' look. The PONs are loaded into the back of the car and driven to the bakers. This is known as a dog owners Solomonic decision.
After all the rain the onion fields looking grim. Bob and Sophie are discouraged from charging through the fields - the smell of onion clings to their fur all day. In this respect the garlic fields are even worse.
Half the seedlings washed away in the sunflower fields..... more weeds than sunflowers. And still it rains ... or at least threatens to.
While eating scrambled eggs 'The Font' reads the morning news and provides a very Lutheran take on the latest twitter storm. ' If anyone causes one of these little ones to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea '.
Music for an almost the longest day of the year morning: