Nine years today, since my first post. Which seems pretty amazing to me. As does this view, it’s Newborough beach on Anglesey, we’ve visited here a few times; whilst Tom has been studying at Bangor university, not so very far away. He’d have been twelve when I started blogging. He handed in his dissertation last week and has only a couple of exams left to sit.
It seems impossible to us, but our fist born, turned 21 years of age yesterday. It seems like only yesterday that he was born, but then again it seems like a life time ago, how can it be both?
At nursery he earned the affectionate nickname of ‘bush baby’. I can report he has now grown into those eyes.
You may remember, Spud the dog is recuperating from an operation to remove a lump from his shoulder.
The good news is the lump was nothing sinister, and he has been taking his recuperation very seriously
However the wound wasn’t healing well, so he’s had his stiches removed and after weighing up all the options it was decided the best bet for Spud was to leave the wound open to heal. It’s not been pretty. But he has been a very good patient and has allowed me to bathe the wound in salt water and apply an ointment containing Manuka honey * The good news is that it is healing, its not weeping now and the hole in skin has gone from hens egg size to small plum size in the last six days.
We’ve found a protective collar that is more comfortable for him and us, a Buster collar
it just about stops him from reaching the wound, for as you can imagine a combination of salt and honey is as near a salted caramel as he’s going to get, and smells very tasty! So he is keen to give the area a good lick.
He’s in reasonable spirits for a Spring Spaniel under house arrest, nothing wrong with his appetite though. Here he is fancying a rather delicious egg custard that Mr Uphilldowndale isn’t willing to share.
He’s waiting and waiting to play ball…
* I think the vet may well have prescribed the Manuka Honey as a placebo for me, the ‘first-aider’ in me has struggled with the concept of leaving the wound uncovered.
I can’t keep up, I haven’t posted last weekends snowy photo’s and today we are taking our ‘top coats’* off, because it is + 12c
Never mind, I shall force last weeks snowyness upon you. because it was pretty, and a very welcome change from rain and grey skies.
Does that not look like a happy sheep? Must be its warm woollen coat, you can see its insulating properties.
I like the patterns in the fields, where the snow has fallen in the tractor tyre tracks, it reminds me of the tracks on an LP, which dates me.
*Top coat, not sure if this an old Derbyshire expression, but it is how my father referred to winter weight coats. He was fond of saying ‘Buxton is always a top coat colder than everywhere else.’ And it is true.
Spud the dog is looking rather wistful, he’d really like to be playing in the snow.
He’s had an operation to remove a lump from his shoulder. Now he’s recovered from the anaesthetic he’s back in full springer spaniel mode, which takes no account of his wounds need to heal.
Here he is when he first came home from the vets, a little dazed and confused .
They didn’t come from the east, more of a south westerly direction.
Cutting and sticking away at Christmas cards in my girl shed the other day, I thought I heard voices, not from above you understand; but from the field below: and low, it came to pass that three wise men had decided that the old slurry tank in the field would make a great bench for a winter picnic lunch. It seems quite fitting, as my girl shed was once a stable.
Just a quick snap, I didn’t want to disturb them, they looked very contented, with their bales of butties and flasks of tea.
When they were rested, they set forth, following yonder star, and probably in search of a swift half of beer in the next village.
On Christmas eve, I was more in need of a shepherd than a wise man; the grass being greener on our side of the drystone wall, we had unscheduled visitors .
We are have a quiet and relaxed day, just the four of us and Spud the dog of course, he exhausted himself with his wrapping paper shredding fest, as is traditional.
Have a lovely Christmas, wherever you may be, especially those who don’t have the chance t rest and relax and have to work.
We liked this decoration, spotted in our local hospital, definitely making the most of what comes to hand to raise a little festive cheer.