We've been a bit busy over Easter and I've rather neglected my blog so, instead of a long waffly post about what we've been doing, I have made you a montage:
We had lambs (I've lost count how many; mum has them all written down in her meticulous records); Brian chainsawed the unruly garden hedge into submission and found this froggy chap (Mr Frog now lives in our new big pond); I've carried on sewing bags and developed a new addiction - turning old jumpers in to cardigans; H10 and R8 cycling at Pantmaenog in the sun; delicious sesame flatbreads; Scamp had his haircut and we scoffed ice creams in New Quay.
We had some sad news on Saturday when one of our guinea pigs Lucky (left) died. He'd been showing signs of old age for a while and we'd been preparing for the worst. It really tugs at the parental heartstrings to see one's children being brave in such circumstances. We had a touching ceremony in the garden and H10, R8 and their friend G10 carried Lucky around in his little snuggle bed, cuddling and stroking him while Brian dug a hole under the apple tree. The girls tucked Lucky into a box with a small toy teddy bear for company and Hannah has painted a slate headstone to mark the grave.
For a little pig, Lucky had a big character. We rehomed him after someone found him alone in the middle of a big field of sheep near Llandysul three and a half years ago. We found another baby guinea pig on Freecycle to live with him (guinea pigs must be kept at least in pairs) and Lucky and Patchy became our Morecambe and Wise in guinea pig form.
Patchy is definitely missing his friend but at least has something to snuggle with until we can get him a new live companion - R8 stuffed one of her old socks with hay and drew a guinea pig on it. It's not Lucky but it's better than nothing apparently.