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This week we were back at the vets with Franklin to have his stitches removed and find out the results of his biopsy of which are not clear so we are still none the wiser. He still is wearing his collar until one last stitch heals.

Its been hard work these past days feeding the pigs with frozen water pipes there has been lots of water lugging and heavy food buckets carried up the hill to them. Although the pigs enjoy eating the ice from the water troughs they are not too sure about walking on frozen mud so have spent most of their days in their cabins.

I finished my jumper, with the help of Fizz pressing the back its now sewn up, the neck band knitted, unpicked and re knitted as it was rather tight. It's now waiting to be blocked, although there are a few mistakes overall I'm quiet happy to finish a cable jumper.

Miss F and Master C came back this weekend to celebrate C's 22nd Birthday, We even got them working on collecting the offcuts from when the chestnut trees were cut up in the woods. As it was frosty the ground was hard enough to take the tractor up, its now down by the veggie patch waiting to be chopped and stacked.

Franklin has been eager for a longer walk so this morning we went down to the river for a circular walk (and able to pick him up in the car if it got too much for him) passing by the allotments which like our veggie patch are looking very wintry and a bit sad at the moment. He bounced along on three legs and enjoyed himself especially when we walked through the hunt meet for elevenses with all the hunting dogs in the back of the vans and 4x4 's, when we set off all the  hound barking.

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