We are currently in a hanging-around stage waiting for the two very expectant mums to deliver their cria. I keep giving them detailed weather forecast updates but so far they are holding out for some golden sunshine rather than the damp mizzle, interspersed with heavier downpours, that we are having today.

We planned to visit the Royal Welsh show at Builth Wells but had to cancel so I can be around – just in case. I hope they appreciate it but mostly they seem to just eye me suspiciously every time I check on them.