The hiatus that followed the frenzy of lambing is over. The cold, wet and windy weather that had set in at the start of May changed overnight; the sun is shining and temperatures something like the seasonal norm. Now there are sheep to be shorn, hay to be made and silage to be brought in. Tractors are racing through the lanes from field to farm and back again making the daily drive to fetch a newspaper a precarious ride.
The garden continues to burst into life but (dare I say it?) a little light rain would be good for the emerging vegetable seedlings. The battle between Me and the Forces of Evil that threaten to eat every delicate leaf that unfolds above the earth and every root beneath it, has started. Greenfly. Whitefly. Cabbage Root fly. Slugs. Damn them all.
But all is not doom and gloom of course: