The Champions Return

After five days away James and the cows arrived home about midnight last night. They had to stay on the Showfield until the show closed, giving visitors the chance to see the all the cattle. Then the long drive home. The cows were let out and the rest abandoned till this morning. Rummaging in the Show Box I keep coming upon prize cards, rosettes and sashes. And I'm told, if I dig deep enough I'll find a silver cup!

If you want to see the prize winning team - look for us at more local shows throughout the summer -

Royal Lancashire - 21st July

Penrith - 28th July

Cartmel - 1st August

Grayrigg - 6th September

Westmorland - 13th September

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First results now in from the Royal Highland Show

- and it's looking good!

Maiden Heifer - First (Goldie 176)
Heifer in Milk - First (Goldie 162)

Dry Cow - Third (Lady Serene 2)

Cow in Milk - First (Pansy)

Junior Champion - Goldie 162

Reserve Junior Champion - Goldie 176

Champion Dairy Shorthorn - Pansy

Honourable mention - Goldie 162

Loads of prize cards, rosettes and even a medal!

Congratulations to James and his team of helpers.

A New Adventure

After the partying and celebrations at the weekend, we've hardly had time to draw breath and we're off on another roller coaster. For the first time we are showing at the Royal Highland Show. James left Strickley early on Wednesday with a trailer full of potential show winners (we hope). He, and the cows, will be there until Sunday night, so the Landrover was packed with essential supplies for all of them.

The show opened to the public yesterday, but the first Shorthorn Classes aren't until 10:00 am today.

So Good Luck to James,

Pansy, Lady Serene 2nd, Goldie 162 and Goldie 176.

The Robinsons at Strickley

Silver Linings

We must have been doing something right; after a week of wind and rain the clouds cleared on Saturday and the sun shone for us.

We started the party on Saturday night with a barbecue. No one sneaked off inside to warm up and everyone from 4 weeks old to 80+ enjoyed themselves. But no sleeping in the next day. There were glasses and pots to wash, a marquee to dress and lunch to prepare.

By eleven o'clock we were altogether again in St Stephen Church to celebrate Isabella Beatrice's baptism. She was the star of the show - laughing and smiling, especially during the hymns. You can always rely on the Robinsons to fill the church with music.

Then back to Strickley for lunch, toasts and generally sitting around in the sun. At last we managed what we've trying for months to achieve - a family photograph with children, parents, grandparents and even dogs!

And now it's back to reality - back to school and work. The marquee is back to looking like a rather plain tent. The balloons have been released into the sky and the recycling bin filled with bottles. The fridge is still full of food, so no need to think about shopping or cooking for a while.

Loads of photographs and happy memories.

Whose idea was it . . .

. . . to have an outdoor party in the middle of June?

Visions of sitting around on the patio sipping Champagne, lazily hitting a few croquet balls, children splashing in the paddling pool, retreating from the baking sun into the shade of the marquee - all fading fast, as the rain continues to beat against the windows. It seems to have rained solidly since I last watered the plants on Monday.

It's too wet to mow the grass. It's too windy to put up the tent (sorry, marquee). The barbecue's full of water. We are constantly checking the forecast - full of hope when it suggests it will all blow over before tomorrow night. Hopes dashed when the Met. Office change their mind half an hour later.

But we are eternal optimists. The planning goes on. The wine and beer are chilling. The fridge is full of "outdoor food". We're dusting off the croquet hoops and polishing the boules.

Meanwhile - It's Raining Again.

Rabbit Proof Fence - not

At the weekend while it was still hot and sunny we continued to work on the patio - trying to get it as finished as possible before Izzy's Christening Weekend. It's good to a have a deadline. The thought of hoards (though friendly hoards) arriving for a barbecue on Saturday and outdoor lunch on Sunday tends to concentrate the mind somewhat. Henry has temporarily stopped building now - we've got wonderful stone steps, with a rather new looking wall at one side - topped by two brand new stone balls. In time they will weather and match those on the house and buildings, but they currently look a bit too new. I think we have to cover them in yogurt to encourage ageing (or maybe muck?).


There was an old fence between the new garden and the paddock, which was good enough to deter the convalescent cows that sometimes recuperate there. I assumed it was not rabbit proof, for as you know they've been nibbling my new plants, and the nuisance would be no worse with no fence there. But since Henry took it down (to be replaced in time by something better), a rabbit family seems to have moved in. Maybe it was the thunder storm last night and they were only sheltering.