The warnings were there and here we are on the morning Ophelia is to descend on us. A very strange morning – it’s really warm outside – the car reliably tells me that at 7.53am – after taking kids to catch the school bus – it’s 18’C outside! There is also a very strange light and a very eerie feeling. Kenny and I give the pets their morning feed, let the hens out and clean out Roo’s stable (her Mum is home today after a weeks holiday with Josh). I retreat to the house and leave Kenny to chase his mother Fly around in the wind.

The wind picks up rapidly all morning and at midday Hubby calls to let me know that the kids are being sent home from school at 1pm – so off I set to pick them up, dodging branches etc. The car nicely rocks about whilst waiting for the bus. I thought I’d see happy faces at this unexpected afternoon off – but big man has his ‘whatever’ face on and little man is actually annoyed that he’s missing his favourite lesson, IT AND he didn’t get to make his Cheese and Chive bread in Tech – there’s no pleasing some people!

Hubby’s had to park a silage trailer in front of the dogs’ shed as – in his words – if anything goes it will be that! I contemplate moving the dogs into the house for shelter and quickly dismiss this as the damage Ophelia could cause was nothing compared to the damage Fly and three cats would cause in the house! They’ll just have to take their chance in their shed.

I’m meant to be on a First Aid course this evening at St Davids RFC, but with the weather getting more and more dangerous – Newgale is now closed – the course is cancelled. At least now I can watch the final episode of ‘Liar’ – every cloud!

Hubby, though is going out. Football training is being resumed this evening and nothing – not even Ophelia – is going to stop them.

At 9pm – with the big man in the teenage cave and little man sent to bed – amongst protests – ‘There won’t be school tomorrow’ – there will be – ‘Why can’t I watch this?’ – it’s not appropriate, and Hubby at football I sit down with my crochet ready for ‘Liar’. Ioan – noooo!!! Can’t believe he does evil so well!!!

So it’s the morning after the day before and all seems calm. It’s colder and it’s a nice morning and apart from lots of extra leaves and small branches we seem to have escaped well compared to some. I still have six hens (though they haven’t laid one egg between them) and the pigs, goats and horses look none the worse for wear.


So, hubby and I along with puppy Kenny head back down to see if all is ok after last nights escapade! We get about 3 miles down the road before the phone starts ringing to notify us that there is a cow in someone’s garden – Great! Hubby puts his foot down a little harder and Kenny adopts the ‘brace yourself’ position.

It’s wet, it’s miserable and we have to find the Houdini of the cow world. Kenny and I wait patiently while hubby goes on the hunt.

He finds her and insists I have to get out and stop her going up the road – really? – I only came to take photos!

Anyway, up she comes and we get her back to her friends. A good wonder around the field shows no signs of how she got out – so this may continue. Friday the 13th says it all!!!

Last night at about 9pm the phone rings – on answering- we hear the words that farmers dread – ‘Hello, I’ve been given your number as I believe you have cattle near St Davids and one is on the road’ Aarrgghh! It’s a good 7 miles away via back roads!

Lots of shouting at the kids ensues – move now! Lots of protests from our little man ‘I’ve just had a shower (needed one – been rugby training) and I’m in my pyjamas!’ Tough – move! ‘I’m in the middle of a game!’ (Roblox or such like – remotely playing against a new found friend from secondary school) – Tough – move NOW! – ‘I’m going to Grannie’s!’ – TOUGH – SHE’S NOT THERE – MOVE!!!!

Whilst it usually takes copious amounts of shouting, threats and bribery to get our big man to emerge from the teenage cave – the words ‘Cattle Out – Need to go now ‘  and he turns into Usain Bolt – the X-Box controller gets flung, he sprints across the landing and flies down the stairs and is in the pick-up with his cap and wellies on before I’ve finished arguing with the little man, who now insists we go in the car as the pick-up is like a skip on wheels! No chance!

Meanwhile hubby has turned into Lewis Hamilton and has the pick-up raring to go. We set off at speed – with protests from the little man ‘Slow down Daddy’ and ‘I wish I’d brought my phone with me’.  Two minutes later (to be fair it was probably longer in reality) we meet a very nice lady who points out to hubby where the heifer was last seen – she’s looking very relaxed about it – on the other hand we know if the heifer is out then she has quite a few friends with her and if they’ve all got out – we’ve got problems!

We find her and slowly manoeuvre her back up the road. Hubby and our big man go on foot whilst I grapple with the skip on wheels – with a still moaning little man in the back ‘I’m cold’ and ‘I’m tired’!

Lots of running around with torch lights by hubby and big man (ouch -that hip and knee will suffer tomorrow I note – hubby!). A check of all fields – reveal thankfully – it looks like it was just the one. How and why she got out is a mystery – but we put her safe for tonight and will come back in the morning to sort things out properly.

We head back to the farm at a more sedate pace. On return the big man retreats to the teenage cave not to be seen or heard from again until the morning. The little man stomps up to his room moaning that he’s missed reading time and he’s missing sleep etc! Hubby resumes his position on the sofa – Farmers Weekly open on his lap – eyes shut and mouth open – oh well might as well wash up then!!!

Ever wondered how you get milk from a cow? Come and stay at Lochmeyler and you  can find out for yourselves.

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