I spent much of the morning mucking out, and grooming the donks. On days like this it is nice to be able to linger outside, drinking coffee, listening to the birds and bonding with the donks. They both love being groomed and rest their heads on my back when I bend down to brush their legs or pick their feet out.
We took them for a nice stroll throught he village and out the other side. Sadly our favourite route wasn't possible because the farmer has locked a couple of the gates we need to go through. We can't complain though, there isn't actually a right of way through them anyway.
Lots of people were out and about, and it was nice to stop for a few socially distanced chats with people we haven't seen for months.
This was taken at the half-way point when I sat on a dry stone wall and Roger Richardson and I took in the view over the fields. Graham, in the background with Jack, is a much softer touch than me, so Jack took advantage of this and had a few mouthfuls of grass. Tut tut!
The donkeys behaved perfectly and I can't wait to take them out again. Roll on the lighter evenings! Not long now.
Is one donk called Roger Richardson....what a grand name, I hope he lives up to his distinguished name but if he’s not the donk but a neighbour my apologies to the neighbour!
It would be quite a thing to meet you both walking the donks!
It would be quite a thing to meet you both walking the donks!