Opportunists

The sun was presumably shining on the moon somewhere and reflected light hitting the snow-covered terrace outside our bedroom French doors was bouncing back up into the room illuminating it unusually, which was what alerted Spousie in the middle of the night to the fact that snow had fallen and settled. He remembered that we hadn't taken the car up to the public road at the top of the hill. We jumped out of bed and dressed in a multitude of layers. I drove the car up and walked back down wearing the headlamp.

The lambs must have spotted the walking lamp, recognised it as the person who feeds them in the dark and began to bleat. Yes it was 1am and not a scheduled feed but it was bloody cold and they deserved it. What seems to be happening regularly is that they ambush their mum if they are hungry. She gets sick of it, runs outside and they follow in eager pursuit. We didn't want that going on during a snowstorm in the middle of the night so we gave them all extra food and shut them in.

All was well come morning though mother sheep was mightily relieved to have the sheep-shed door re-opened so she could get some 'me-time'.

Very carefully worded advice was sent to the prospective guests who then elected to cancel of their own volition. This meant that we don't get penalised for making a last-minute cancellation and we had the option of allowing them a full refund, which naturally, we instigated immediately.