The before and after

All of our cats are terrified of the man who brings his ride on mower to cut our lawns. One solution is to hide under the sofa cover

After the cacophony has passed, it is time to go and explore what the shorter grass reveals. Or at least hang out in the wild corner of the garden to see what 'takeaway' can be found of the rodent burger kind.

Ms Ginger sits and guards (read 'dozes') whilst Giant Ginger perches on the stack of bricks, then also dozes. Good to know we are in good hands.

Marauding Mongols, Bowmen and soapmakers

Today our local town hosted its annual Medieval Market. Re-enactment groups attended from all over the N. Island and various Medieval troubadours sang, Knights fought, bowman shot and chain mail men with tin helmets strutted their stuff in increasing heat. Quite how anyone survived wearing full helmet and armour in 30 degree temperatures defeats me.

I came away with hand made soap, and hand designed cotton fabric. My husband bought a not so medieval tree pruner. I may have to purchase him a suit of armour to use it.

I had a go at shooting the knight with a bow and arrow, and was complimented on my straight shot. Mum would be proud as she was a very accomplished archer. So I guess for the rest of the day I should sing hey nonny nonny!