We're all off to sunny Wales! (Well it was sunny until Tuesday...)

With pigs over, it was time for a road trip to Wales and Beth's home town (Don't ask me what it was called-Welsh is tricky). The sun was shining and the cows were basking in the green fields. Then over the top of the hill appeared two vet students on a quad bike. We were to herd them all in and walk them down an exceedingly long track to the milking parlour. They weren't too keen to move much at first in the excessive June heat, but we were soon experts and had them all on the moo-ve.


We had a great time here too- the stockman were all friendly, and were all surprised at how 'normal' Beth looked! (she had a few mental hair styles in her younger days I believe...). We did lots of milking, herding, quad-biking (vrooooommm), feeding, watering, mucking out, training calves to drink milk from buckets (awww) and even did the milk recording one day. This involved taking a sample of milk from every single cow there and recording it's number on a sheet with the amount of milk each produced in the morning and afternoon, as well as the number on the sample bottle. It was a task and a half, and it took us a while to settle into it. Soon we had a good rhythm, and a few hours later we had the lot in the can. After that we had to sort them all into numerical order (thanks to Anne for the use of her giant table). I do have a picture of the lines of bottle somewhere. Quite satisfying when it was all done.


(Anyone noticed Beth's hair's flopped?!)

Apart from the cows I also learnt a bit of welsh. On the taps in Anne and Ray's house, the sink taps were marked poeth and oer (Hot and cold for you non-welsh folk). I think that was about the extent of my welsh-ness. Thanks to Anne and Ray for having me too, I had a great time. I'll try and work on the geordie accent for next time!