Tales From The Rock

Another day trudging through knee deep mud taking supplies to critters trying to shelter from the worst of the elements. Not feeling 100%, wet through, knowing that the same wet gear will have to be put on later in the day to repeat the process was such a cheery thought. And then I remembered what was for breakfast and suddenly the world was a better place. Yesterdays epic pork haul was rewarded by the gift of strawberry jam made by the pig clubbers from their very own strawberries from their very own allotment. It should have been labelled sunshine in a jar as it was fantastic and a real mood lifter. It didn't dry out my clothes or change the weather but it made me happy.