The weather is so bad at the farm on the M62 we've had to put the heating on - Jo Thorp

Whilst we’ve been stuck on the farm marking lambs and getting them back to their summer grazing, the neighbouring fields have had their first cut and the sun has shone.

Its incredibly frustrating watching all the action especially as we’ve now missed a weather window and will have to wait for another one.

With acres and acres of good grass getting flattened by the wind and rain, Paul’s mood has not been the best and whilst all the lambing jobs are done and dusted, the weather has turned against us again.

The little guy is desperate to start his favourite job of bale wrapping but until the weather sorts itself out, he’ll just have to wait.

Dotti is making a slow recovery from her unfortunate running with an adder. A huge area of necrotic tissue has come away at the top of one of her legs leaving a nasty wound.

She’s rubbed her face raw and most of the skin has come away leaving her looking pretty grim. She does, however, continue to eat and although she’s not a pretty sight, I’m hoping she’s on the right side of recovery.

With only a month to go before our favourite show of the year, The Great Yorkshire, sheep preparation is well under way.

The Leicesters are finally free of their wool, a bit later than I’d hoped and halter training is full steam ahead with the Zwartble. The first hurdle of actually getting a halter on Lily, the little guy’s Zwartble shearling was exciting to say the least.

Thankfully after some man handling, upturned corn buckets and a few choice words from Paul, it was on. She stood in the corner of the pen with steam coming out of her ears and a wildly defiant glare on her face.

The next minute or so was somewhat of a blur as she exploded off all fours and knocked everyone and everything out of the way.

The little guy clung on for dear life as she careered around sending straw flying, snapping her head angrily this way and that to try and get rid of the halter.

There was a degree of laughter, shocked laughter I might add and a fair few expletives but she finally gave up and planted herself rigidly in the corner.

The two Leicester ewes were also rooted to the spot, eyes out on stalks, alarmed at the chaos the black whirlwind had just caused.

There was a brief moment of quiet before Lily exploded again, catching the little guy off guard and swiping his feet clean out from under him.

He lay flattened in the straw with a look of surprise on his ruddy cheeks before leaping to his feet and declaring halter training was over for the day and he would be back at it tomorrow.

Both Paul and I readily agreed and headed inside for a much needed cuppa, our faces creased with laughter.