One minute you are in the mist and the next it has floated away or mysteriously disappeared, it does make the fields feel like magical places and the donkeys could even be unicorns as they appear in the mist.
Once the mist swirls off the donkeys are just naughty donkeys pushing and shoving for their buckets and hay. Malc said it was all made more difficult this morning by Max who was asleep on the hay and refused to budge when wakened, stretching luxuriously over the bale wanting his tummy tickled. Anyone who knows Max knows it is a trick, and while you tickle his tummy he then grabs you in a clawed hold.
Malc tells me it is very mild, out in his pyjamas without a coat, althought the grass was wet after heavy rain last night. He was pleased to see our work around the hut meant the water had drained away, what a difference that will make this winter when looking after the donkeys.
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