The Pink Pound

Photogenic and in lurve

Today we had an afternoon off . Chris had a break from academia......I had a break from chicken shit and bulldog toileting!
The sun was shining and it was a slightly cold but lovely day so we went to the National Trust Gardens at Bodnant Hall. As you can see we had not quite worked out just how to take a photo with Chris' latest gadget, his Iphone.
we had an amble around the gardens

The terraced Lily Pond

The Woodland Walk

The newly painted rose Terrace

One of the Statues on the Canal Terrace

It was a lovely walk. We sat in the sun for a while , like two old ladies then had a look at a few of the new shops that had sprung up in the outbuildings of the old house.
I had to smile to myself when we entered "ye olde antique Shoppe" for the woman behind the counter literally leapt to attention when we appeared!......
It has happened to us a million times before!
The sight of two middle aged homos signal just one thing to some antique dealers!
"The PINK POUND!!!"
Now , we had no intention in buying anything.....(an antique shop on National Trust Property says just one thing to us.....overly expensive stock!) but I for one quite enjoys being " schmoozed" by a lady in tweed hopeful of a big sale....It's all  hugely entertaining as suddenly you feel as though you are someone's best mate........suffice to say the friendship was well and truly over after 30 minutes of soft sell....., we ambled off with a smile!

I'll leave you with a hastily snatched photo of fellow poultry keeper Eirlys, which I took this evening, just as she was locking up her girls up for the night...
Yes that is a lunging whip in her hand......Her hens must be much harder than my lot....even the infamous Vinegar tits doesn't need a lunging whip to encourage her to bed
She is very sweet... but mad as a box of frogs!