We are back in action at Buckle Yeat after a couple of days off.
It is bitterly cold again with the coldest spell of the winter,it would be of course just as the new lambs are arriving.

We only have four guests in tonight, it should have been six but we had cancellation at the last minute.

Helen has just taken a protracted phone call from Boston Massachusetts, a lady who has stayed before is wanting to coincide her week at Buckle Yeat with the bluebells in full bloom, unfortunately it is not an exact science.