Everything was under control; the potatoes were in full bloom, the new pigs still at the amenable stage, the pullets settled in their deep-litter. Suddenly, simultaneously into our two minds, leapt the idea that a little holiday, just a long week-end, would be wonderful! We still had Billy. We might not have him another year, but for the moment we had him. We had never had the slightest qualm about leaving him in full charge when we had had to be away for a whole day at the market. He was as honest as daylight and well used to looking after himself. Surely we could leave him to cope for the week-end? we asked ourselves. It was really more of a statement than a query and within twenty-four hours our minds were made up. There is never any wondering with us what form a brief holiday shall take. We simply bundle ourselves, some bedding and some food into the old van and are off. That is half the joy of it, really, the knowledge that you can, within a matter of minutes, almost (though not quite!) as birds take wing, be on your way.
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