Easter

This spring we went to the farm in Wales and all my childhood memories came flooding back from the moment we arrived. When I was the same age that my kids are now, we spent many hours attempting to round up sheep on the farm in the same way...for us townies it was a baptism of fire and those days are among my fondest recollections of family holidays! As soon as we got out of the car from our long journey we were needed to round up the sheep and their lambs that had got out of their field. The boys found a one day old lamb who'd lost it's mother, so they wrapped it in a towel and waited for the farmer to arrive and reunite Mum and her baby. Rounding up sheep is not my strong point, and I found it most annoying that I couldn't move around to take pictures for fear of loosing them again! The rest of our Easter was spent hanging out with our friends, with the kids collecting chicken and goose eggs everyday, and all of us enjoying the feeling of being far from the big smoke. Roll on summer now.....