Time...

What a rubbishy old day. A clock watching day. Waiting for news on a close family member who was at hospital picking up results. Waiting for the kind of news that makes your tummy churn. When time feels like its dragging and racing at the same time.

The continued crappy weather means these guys still can't go back out into their field (not unless we want to reseed it again). They were getting bored in the ark. So I suggested they graze the roadway. They can't churn it up, it has gates at either end and lots and lots of grass.