Leaves are falling in the lower paddock that’s out of bounds to both the sheep and the donkeys, unfortunately they don’t stay in that paddock, they drift everywhere else. They’re not very tasty and a last resort for the sheep, to be this interested they must think there’s sweeter grass under the leaves, and it’s bleating Winnie who’s standing guard. Three large barrows of leaves are now on the compost heap, filling the sides where the sinking donkey poo is leaving gaps. A delivery of several bags of rubble for the driveway was dropped off ad spread out. A bright sunny day with light winds, the fish in the pond are still hungry as the water is still not cold.
