No rest

Not that I am suggesting for a moment that my son in law is wicked. Another cold, windy day, but the sheep still needed moving. We have left my daughter and son in law in Yell, but kidnapped their son Ollie for a couple of days.

Now its a lovely moonlight night, but absolutely freezing, and I'm sitting by the fire with a glass of cider and a recorded episode of Midsomer Murders. Bliss.