I've just come in from the final check on the animals and, despite it being cold, wet and windy, Thunderpig, Flooze and Snooze (the Saddlebacks) and Dolores (the gilt in with the boar), are all out in their pens digging for Britain.
Ginger, being a sensible boar, is sound asleep in his hut under a mound of straw.
Actually, that's one of the things I like about this life - boilersuit and wellies, sheepskin jerkin, gas lamp or paraffin lamp in hand, a dark night, blustery and cold, and out to check the chooks, chicks, piglets and all the rest for one last time.
Then inside for a mulled cider and a warm scone with jam and cream. Just my thing.
Mind you, I am definitely bonkers...