Look! A bird!
Okay so this is mainly for Hubby, but hey, this blog’s just one big party and you’re all invited. So, back to our normal two-ness after a somewhat stressful weekend, Bert and I took our usual route down the bottom field, over the stream (now completely choked with grass and ferns), carefully bypassing the sheep (ooh, Bertie loves a sheep – I have to use my entire repertoire of greyhound diversion techniques just to get him to walk in a straight line: ‘look! A bird!’) and around the giant field at the bottom, looping gently back round the edge of the field to meet up with the path that leads up between our house and our nearest neighbours. It’s becoming much more difficult to follow the tyre tracks (one doesn’t trample wheat, it’s a big no no) now because the wheat is almost waist high. In certain spots on our walk, we’re surrounded by it as far as the eye can see and in today’s gorgeous sunshine, with all this lush green stuff gently undulating in the breeze, I felt, somewhat bizarrely I know, that I was wading through some warm azure sea somewhere, instead of dragging a huge, furry, sheep-eating machine through a farmers’ field in the middle of Ireland.
For the purposes of this demonstration, I called upon my beautiful assistant, the Bertilicious Taoiseach, to stand in the aforementioned wheat to give you a kind of 3D, glorious Technicolor-type, ‘diving into the camera’ view so you can appreciate my somewhat elaborate prose. Unfortunately, he was more interested in the sheep. But you get my drift.
