Listening to: 20th Century Boy (T Rex)
Weather: wet, but warmer
Surf: Sadly, haven't given it a second thought lately
Birds: pair of Mute Swans with five signets at Swartmill Bay
There's a hiatus in the concrete laying thanks to a shortage of cement which gives my knee time to recover and everyone else has gone off to Stromness to meet my stepson who is staying for a few days.
I trundled over to the pigshed to, in the style of Wodehouse's Earl of Emsworth, commune with the pigs. Necessary duties having been done with brush, hose and shovel, we got back to the serious business of having a bit of fun.
We had a kick-about (if using your snout counts as a kick) with an old football The Boy found on the beach, there was a bit of ear and back-scratching and I decided to get back to the discipline that was such a spectacular failure the other day.
The Boy and I did have a go at leading them with the feed bucket yesterday and it was better than the board and stick method. We had moderate success, so I thought I'd have another go. I put a little barley in the bucket, clambered back in with the chaps who took a sudden and intense interest in proceedings. I walked at a steady pace around the pen and, sure enough, Ernie trotted after me snorting and squealing happily.
Eric didn't join in right away, but watched carefully for a couple of minutes before heading straight for me at some speed, catching me halfway up my calf, sending me tumbling into the wall, the bucket tipping the barley onto the floor, leaving the trainee pig farmer feeling both out-thought and out-muscled.
* Mrs TPF had another in a long line of Wolverhampton moments the other night. We were having a quiet glass or four in the hotel bar when, during a half-hour lull in the conversation, she picked up hotel proprietor's very smart brushed steel bottle opener and said:
"This is very smart, I could do with one like it." Then, having paused for thought, added: "It's quite heavy - good for hitting people with."