Last night

Tonight is (probably) our last night at the farm. This morning, this little 'ticklepede' wandered across the bench top. They are synonymous with the farm, especially during the 'march of the millepedes' in the autumn. We might even miss these little critters ... maybe.

Mr Barking is putting shelving on the trailer. It looks pretty precarious, but he knows what he's doing and it'll be as solid as a rock by the time he's finished or he won't drive with them.

The girls are trampolining - well, rather Little Miss is trampolining and Miss MB is lying on the other trampoline, looking at her phone.

I'm tidying up after dinner and contemplating what else there is to pack into boxes. Not much, I've surmised.

We couldn't decide which ticklepede to blip, so we went for them both. Shame I can't choose my thumbnail - it'll look a bit odd on the main page - but you can't win em all!

~Barking~