Noisy neighbours, reprise

Ned relaxes with a book and a cuppa.

Our loud bovine neighbours have gone to greener pastures - literally - and we had a few days of relative peace.  They've now been replaced by dappy sheep and lambs in the fields across the valley, who seem to think that bellowing all night long to try to find each other is reasonable behaviour (especially when standing mere metres away from each other).  Closer in, the 13 Acres ewe-lambs are behaving themselves impeccably, while even closer the birds are having a morning riot.  Strangely, the cheeping sparrows and R2D2-beeping swallows don't wake us...but once awake, boy are they noisy!  Clucking pheasant hens, squawking Mr Squawky, cooing doves.  And the occasional military helicopter that flys up the valley to bomb North Molton (not literally...I hope).

The bluebells are out!

Amazing hedgerows as late early boomers collide with early late bloomers.

Dear old Joey got a blanket.  So Ned insisted on one too. [Wonder where the lino went, Ned?]