The Hammock works its magic

It was our Open Day last Sunday - wall to wall sunshine and blistering heat made bearable by the Easterly breeze which, fortunately, the front of the house is well sheltered from.

The Boss had decided Now was The Time to dust down the BBQ and treat our guests to some superbly griddled porky pieces.

Whilst he was sorting that, Linda and I sat around relaxing and chatting - awaiting the visiting throngs.

It seemed the ideal time to hang up the hammock.

Whilst doing so I explained to Linda, who'd not seen it before, that we'd given up hanging it out because every time we did so rain followed within a matter of days. Without fail.

It smelled pretty musty but the wind soon blew that away.

Not too many people turned up. It was a pretty lazy day all in all. A perfect BBQ day really. Puddy Cat got bored and went to sleep. Even better.

The guests marvelled at the pigs, loving the piglets. Who stayed obediently in their pen. Till everyone had gone.

Then they were out and about again!

Smart.

Last night we had rain.

All night.

Not a lot but enough to damp the dust and create a few puddles in the pigs' wallows.

Beware the power of the Hammock!

We'll do our farmer friends (and ourselves!) a favour though and leave it up for the rest of this week.