After lunch Jackie and I took a drive out to Pilley and back.
We took the route where we knew there was a sheep field, hoping there might be lambs, and were rewarded by the usual inquisitive sheep bringing their offspring up to the wire beside my usual vantage point.
Around the corner into Burnt House Lane the creatures were far enough away for them not to be interested in me, the youngsters being far more engaged in chasing each other around the haystack and playing king of the castle; the dams getting on with the business of renewing their strength by cropping the grass.
While I was doing my best to photograph frolics, Jackie was studying a log with a peephole, and its accompanying daffodils.
Afterwards I watched BBC’s transmission of the Women’s Six Nations rugby match between England and Italy.
This evening we all dined on Hordle Chinese Take Away’s excellent fare with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Fleurie.