Good jump, but just too much welly
THE tidy-up operation after the storms has begun – mending burst pipes, patching up drystone walls and putting sheep back in the right heafs.
After the children came home from school they decided to help me feed the last flock.
They are running in a cross-country race next week so it was good training keeping up with the quad bike and Kate the sheepdog.
While I laid down hay for the sheep the children took it in turns to jump off a wall into a deep snowdrift.
Sidney tried an almighty leap and landed feet-first in the thick snow, sinking nearly to his waist. He managed to extricate himself – but left his wellies behind.
The others tried unsuccessfully to pull the boots out. They were stuck fast.
So Sidney sat on the wall in his socks while I had a go at prising them out, but I failed too.
I gave him a fireman’s lift back to the bike and promised I’d take a spade next day and dig the wellies out.
Actually, we came through the snow relatively unscathed. Far better that we are digging out a pair of trapped wellies than overblown buried sheep.
Putting the walls back up will take time and we will have a lot of mud to contend with while everything thaws out.
But hopefully the saying that “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb” will come true and Spring is just around the corner.