Welcome back to the log cabin life in Wales, where the tranquility of the countryside is only matched by the chaos of running a holiday business and managing a smallholding farm.
Today, we're diving into the delightful madness of bottle-feeding lambs and all the daily struggles that come with it.
Picture this: the sun is rising over the rolling hills, the air is crisp, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the cabin. It's a scene straight out of a postcard, but behind the scenes, the reality is a bit more... let's say, eventful.
First up, we have the noble art of juggling. No, not the circus kind (although some days it feels like it). I'm talking about the delicate balancing act of managing a holiday business while tending to the needs of our smallholding farm. It's a bit like spinning plates – one moment you're answering emails from eager holidaymakers, and the next, you're knee-deep in mud chasing after an escapee chicken.
But wait, there's more. Enter stage left: the bottle-fed lambs. These adorable bundles of woolly joy may look innocent, but don't be fooled. They have an uncanny ability to turn the most straightforward tasks into a comedy of errors.
Picture trying to wrangle a wriggling lamb while simultaneously fielding phone calls from guests wanting to know if we have Wi-Fi (spoiler alert: we do, & we do have excellent sheep-watching opportunities too).
And let's not forget the daily struggle of convincing said lambs that the bottle is not, in fact, a chew toy. It's a battle of wills – us versus them, with milk dribbling everywhere and bleats of protest ringing through the air. Who knew something so cute could be so stubborn?
Of course, amidst the chaos, there are moments of pure magic. Like the feeling of accomplishment when you successfully coax a reluctant lamb to take its bottle, or the laughter that bubbles up when you realize you've accidentally herded the chickens into the vegetable patch (again).
In the end, it's all part of the adventure. Sure, there are days when we feel like we're living in a sitcom, but there's nowhere else we'd rather be. Because for every spilled bottle of milk or mischievous lamb escapade, there's a sunrise over the mountains or a star-filled sky that takes our breath away.
So if you ever find yourself craving a taste of the simple life, come join us in the heart of Wales.
Just be prepared to embrace the chaos – and maybe bring a spare pair of wellies. Trust me, you'll need them.
Until next time, happy juggling!
