The rain beat down upon the ocean, casting out little ringlets and some of the ringlets danced around the floating still seagulls. Bead of rain rolled off their back as they bobbed up and down like buoys. In the gray mist, fuzzy boats appeared and just as swiftly disappeared. An occasional foghorn shattered the calm and soon the announcement came on to alert the travelers to return to their cars as we approach the dock.
We made our way to Susan’s farm and snagged a prime spot. My bedroom window overlooked the crossdrive and setout and the only part that I could not see was the pen. I saw Bob Hickman and he backed my trailer up for me and helped me with a few setup issues. He has taught me well, as a year ago, I was a brand new greenhorn. I got most of it setup by myself and we laughed at how a year ago, I was terrified of my trailer. Since then I upgraded to a bigger and wider trailer. Bob and Jane were my neighbors, they are a very nice couple, and I look forward to seeing them at the trials. He recently lost his dog, Rocky. I remember many years ago Bob and Rocky (Collie) and of their true partnership and deep love for each other. We all miss his happy smile and proud wag of his tail.
My slide out bed which overlooked the field. I could see everything except the post and pen.
The setout pen. View from my trailer.
The famous sheep!
Roo, what can I say about him. Look to blog on “Rescue Remedy Roo”
Monique at the pen with Lucy. The view from my trailer.
The potluck was wonderful as always. I made hamburgers shared them with Donna Donahue .and I had them. People brought all sort of goodies, cheesecake, cream puffs, pies and cakes. Oh, yes, just not forget the side dishes such as salads, sushi and other tasty homemade dishes. I ate dessert first then my dinner. Yes, I am on vacation and can eat my meal in any order!!
The winners were the Canadians and the Johnsons. There was good-natured ribbing of Ken Johnson and I am not going to repeat it her but it was embarrassing for Ken but quite funny for the rest of us. Be sure to ask Ken about his new “nick name”…I am sure he will conveniently forget it. It got cold rather quickly and soon we all scattered to our trailer to snuggle in for the night. I grabbed a good book, a hot cup of tea and settled in for the night.
Tomorrow: Sunday’s runs.