Sue Woodcock: Sunshine has tourists flocking in to see the village from the TV

At last my charity has found a more suitable home for McWoof where he is not distracted by sheep.

Try as I might, I could not persuade him from trying to kill them, especially the lambs and he is now with a great family with a large garden to romp around and lots of love and exercise.

It nearly broke my heart to part with him but my four bitches have calmed down a lot and things are a little more tranquil.

Not only can I not afford to keep more than four dogs (with the occasional foster dog or guest dog) but each dog is entitled to their fair share of my love and attention.

On the day of the Royal Wedding my cousins from Monmouthshire came with their seven-year-old son, a great little chap, very bright and quite charming.

After watching some of the wedding on my TV we went up to Kettlewell for lunch and were invited to join in the street party.

Young Louis wasn’t sure, so until it started we looked for fossils in the rather dry river bed. What impressed me was how the local children happily accepted and included him and he won a sack race and participated in everything.

Adorned with winners’ medals (every participant got one) he then sat down and consumed the tea, the jelly and anything else on offer with great enthusiasm.

He did say it was a day he would never forget and it was such a happy day, I think for everyone.

At the pub quiz we had an interesting interruption. A group of young people had been kicked out of the pub in the next village because they had dared to ask for a bowl of chips.

They arrived shortly before the police who had been called. They were actually a lovely group of youngsters who were no real problem if a little noisy.

They stayed almost quiet for most of the quiz and asked for, and were served with, the desired chips before their coach picked them up and took them home.

A frantic phone call from my neighbours sent me hurrying down to their barn to help with a difficult lambing.

It took some doing but finally we had two massive twin lambs and a living mother and they soon came to and are now well and happy.

We are getting rather desperate for rain now. Everything is so dry. The cars are covered in a sandy dust and the winds have been fierce enough to create little sandstorms. The rivers are really low and my well is almost dry.

The winning couple from the TV reality series Love Thy Neighbour in Grassington have moved in and both of them have already got jobs with as much work as they want.

They have been warmly welcomed and several of us have called with gifts of some sort. Mine was a few fresh eggs.

Numerous coach trippers are visiting Grassington and things are looking up. I have met people visiting from all over the country who are coming to see “the village from the TV”.

All have said how impressed they are. In good weather the whole area is a delight. The views have been magnificent and walkers have long and challenging trips as they explore.

Brillo and Boo now spend some time investigating molehills to no apparent conclusion.

It has been quite cold at night but by sun-up the temperature rises and I have even caught a bit of sun.

The chickens love to sunbathe in the barn doors and scratch happily in the straw and dust. The guinea fowl sing lustily in the evening and the turkey stag is missing his lady friends.

The goats are happy in the sunshine and the two cats bask in the warmth. The two long weekends were quite a break and there is a real holiday atmosphere.

I even had a bit of good luck when I found four pictures by the Scottish painter Joseph Farquharson, which I happen to collect, in the local charity shop.