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Having moved to Pembrokeshire in middle age I’m reminded of a Texan bumper sticker I once saw: “I wasn’t born in Texas but I got here as soon as I could” well, if I’d realised how lovely it is in Pembrokeshire I would definitely have got here sooner.

However, I can probably appreciate the delights better now, for although I grew up and spent my formative years in Jersey, a big chunk of my life was later taken up by living and working in London.

These days, every morning whatever the weather I walk with my two Labradors to see the chickens and do the daily chores on our little plot of land. At the moment the hedgerows have gone bonkers and are a riot of colour, like a girl trying on all her party dresses at once, such a shame they will be getting the chop in the next week or so (a bit like dad coming in and saying “you’re not going out wearing that!”). I can’t remember there being so many bluebells last year it really is a spectacular display.

I had a long chat with the dairy herd that currently occupies the next door pasture, huge gentle Holstein ladies taking advantage of a bask in the sun after having done their bit this morning at 5am in the parlour. They’re very curious and always come to see what I’m up to. Among their number is a solitary petite Jersey, a Kylie Minogue at a supermodel convention, although no doubt she thinks she looks just like all the others!

With Riley and Honey the Labs puffed out it's time to walk back home. Whereas once upon a time I would be rushing to meet a deadline or get to a meeting, now my busy schedule may involve taking some eggs over to my neighbour, chatting about the merits of petunias v geraniums as regards wind resistance (geraniums every time in case you're wondering :-) or pottering around in the kitchen making some bread. Bliss!

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