You looking at me?

I've spent the afternoon at our friends farm in the village watching tiny, bandy lambs being born. This one was called Houdini as he kept escaping out of the pen with his mum. He was just so cute and kept following us along the lambing shed.

The weather then turned and it started to snow heavily. We headed home for Sunday lunch (beef, not lamb) and then drove back to London this evening.


French Hall Farm, Moulton, Newmarket