52 Lists // Twenty seven

Monday, June 30

1. My phone
2. A very stuffed filofax
3. My purse, bursting with coppers
4. Some hair ties
5. A receipt for petrol
6. Sunglasses 
7. A chocolate bar 
8.A camera lens cap. 
9. Particles of sand. 
10. Stray (unused) dog poo bags
11. A white feather
12. A book (The Humans by Matt Haig)
13. 5, no 6, memory cards and usb sticks

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The big 1 - 0

Friday, June 27

Today is my little boys TENTH birthday! This little face is ten years old today. One Zero, Ten! I don't know what I would do without his little face to wake me up every morning, he's the sweetest, cutest, little dog around and melts the hearts of everyone who meets him. 

Happy birthday Grizwold, you're the best dog ever! 

Lincolnshire Show

Thursday, June 26

Lincolnshire show is one of the biggest calender events of the rural community around here. The event is always held mid week and is always everybody's reason for having a day off work that week. The show is a spectacular turnout of local businesses, livestock and traditions we proudly uphold in Lincolnshire. My favourite part of the show is watching the hunt gallop around the parade ring, it's one of those times I become all goose pimply and proud to be apart of it. 

We were up and bundled into the car early, avoiding the traffic and managing to get a cuppa before anything else. We did a bit of shopping, took a wander around at all the farm equipment and spent the entire time being thankful for where we live. I spent most of the day between the horse shows and the food trucks, but there is simply so much to see we couldn't stay in one place for too long. 

The sun appeared mid afternoon and soon pimms were drank and layers were shed. Watching the livestock is always an interesting one, I think people forget how strong sheep actually are, or how noisy they are when they want to be. Grizzle spent the entire time with his head to one side. He's fairly accustomed to cows and horses, but sheep are another strange thing all together! 

If you're thinking of going next year I would say, get there early to make sure you see as much as you can. Plan a meeting spot with friends, because phones tend to go on strike (or the three different networks we all had did) and if you're taking dogs, for the love of god, make sure you have them under control, especially around the livestock and when the hounds come out. I watched a fair few people struggling when one of the hounds broke away from the group and was wandering around trying to get back to the pack.

Weekend Scenes

Tuesday, June 24

I'm currently staring out at the summer sun through my window and thinking about this weekend just gone. You may have guessed that my weekends have a similar, uncoordinated routine. Fridays are either movie nights or drinks in the local with friends, Saturdays I spend the day with the horses, giving them some much needed love and exercise that they wouldn't otherwise get from quick evening visits after work. And Sundays, oh Sundays. I spend these mainly at home, milling away hours in the fields reading or exploring. Griz and I will wake early, enjoy a cup of tea in bed while the sun peeks through the windows. We will get ready for the day and head out exploring, usually ending up at the woods or the beach, or somewhere completely new to us that we will no doubt never find again. 

I had a few days off this week so for me, that routine has been repeated over and over again in the most joyous of ways. That small table and chairs were rescued from the fishing lakes over the way, it was gifted to us, cleaned up and painted by us, and placed amongst the trees and the drying hay in the paddock. I feel so blessed to have such an amazing space to call home, with one household of human neighbours over the road, a small office and club house the other side that belong to the fishing lakes, no street lights, shaky electricity and a herd of cows currently residing in our back field, that regularly get rounded up by my ginger cat! I tell you, I adopt strange animals. I can't think of how anyone could live in a busy city, with the only nature being a few pigeons and street rats. It's a beautiful life out here. 

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