Not a lamb

I was hoping that my neighbours’ sheep would provide me with a blip of a newly-born lamb this evening. Two are about to give birth and I’ve been keeping an eye on them for the last couple of hours, but time has run out and here’s a hellebore instead.

The weather has been damp, so we headed to town for the weekly messages, and called in on friends for tea and cake (and dog-treats). Then a brisk walk at Cape Wanbrow where the sun shone on us. We came home to very low cloud and intermittent drizzle, so I cooked all afternoon while Bean snoozed under a pile of blankets.

Tomorrow looks more like spring again…