Cyclamen .

Every Autumn without fail since we moved in to the Farm in 1988 this patch of tiny Cyclamen pop their heads up bringing a pink carpet to parts of the garden.

Well if it’s not packed now , we wont be taking it! Final round up of items needed , suitcases zipped and locked, tickets checked all ready for tomorrow morning. 

Lists completed and given to those who need them and last goodbyes to hens! Tomorrow we fly!

Occasionally we all need to give ourselves a good talking too. And very often it works!