Well, a number of momentous events have happened in the last week. The greatest of these is that the 24Legs blog has been re-started - back by popular(?) demand.To summarise since our last blog post, Meabh has turned one, and then two, another baby is on the way (the stork circling overhead as we speak), Sister Bernadette (she of the great double-yolkers) has passed to the big nunnery-chicken coop in the sky, and Orra and Clementine have joined us. Jamjar, alas, decided to run away last month never, it would seem, to return - hopefully she's managed to board a ferry and has returned to her native Norwegian forests.
More recently, after four happy years at the CB
A I decided to quit in favour of a job in the Northern Ireland Assembly, and we've sold our house (nearly), packed up all our worldly goods, and are busy settling into lovely Newcastle, County Down. The chickens have been packed off to a green hillside in Helperby (courtesy of Geoff), but Squirrel and Mr Jelly bravely headed over the water with us. They're looking a bit giddy, but are finding their feet.I'm currently sitting in a half-set up office surrounded by at last 40 boxes listening t
o Blue Moon of Kentucky - the Best of Bill Munroe. The sea front (15 paces away to my right) beckons shortly and the sun is shining.
Depicted are Meabh and I packing up our lovely cast iron bath for the road (and having one last go in it on the patio), Meabh leaving her home in Cawood for the last time, then us hunting for crabs in sunny Carlingford Lough at low tide, and Newcastle beach yesterday evening.
