the lost sheep diaries

the lost sheep diaries

The random musings of a country girl.

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Author: bethsimons

A self-confessed country bumpkin and lover of all things equine, I have suddenly found myself doing what I swore I never would: attempting to navigate living in the smoke.
Before I met Rhys, my annual journeys to London were made under duress and exclusively to compete at Olympia horse show. So as I try to juggle life with my very country hobbies, I fear this sheep could become very lost indeed!
27th Jan 202027th Jan 2020 bethsimons

The pain of broken resolutions and how I fixed it.

14th Jan 202014th Jan 2020 bethsimons

More train fails for me.

2nd Jan 20202nd Jan 2020 bethsimons

On saying ‘yes’ to the dress

2nd Jan 20202nd Jan 2020 bethsimons

On being back from the bad back thing.

8th Nov 20198th Nov 2019 bethsimons

Planning a wedding on no sleep and with only one arm is no joking matter.

7th Sep 20197th Sep 2019 bethsimons

Sometimes it’s ok when your boyfriend starts acting really strangely

29th Aug 201931st Aug 2019 bethsimons

I gave myself a reality check

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Turns out there were more photos than I thought! I clearly had more 🥂🥂 than I thought as I have zero recollection of these ones! Oops! #welsh #walesweeklondon #stdavidsday2020
So it was a quick dash from the stables and calf shed yesterday morning back to London for the #walesweeklondon #stdavidsday2020 celebration dinner in the beautiful Guild Hall. I didn’t manage to get a photo with Rhys as he was far too busy chatting but I did steal his bezzie, Ed, for one, and managed to catch them both mid-flow double quick. I really do need to get better at remembering to get photos, just at the time I’m too busy enjoying! They did manage to take a lovely one of me though, painting my toenails on the tube! I caught a glimpse of the calluses on my hands later on and thought, ‘hey ho, clearly you can only fake it so far’! #welsh #countrygirlatheart
Just an average Tuesday afternoon freezing my bones hanging out with a Welsh cob, a Welsh learner, a Welsh presenter and, as ever, a little sister who just so happens to be Welsh too. Do you spot a trend?! I think Prince may have made a new friend... #iaithardaith #cymraeg #welsh #welshcob #welshsectiond #mpglossproducts
Just about recovered from a blinder of a weekend with far too many drinks and far too little sleep! Here’s me with li’l sis and our gorgeous cousins, one excellent old-time-school-buddy, and our lovely ponying friends, the two Hannahs. Lastly, as it’s 130 days till we say ‘I do’ and we didn’t get a picture together, I added on a little snippet of Evans holding court before we even left the house, singing out loud and proud. 🙉🙈#huntball #scrubbedup #blacktieevent
Today we said a final goodbye to our grandfather and hero. One of my earliest infant memories is of Dadcu. It was night, and past my bedtime. I was wrapped up in an elaborate suit to face the February weather. He wore his cap. In my mind, it was all he ever needed to ward off the cold. Though the evening was clear, the sky was thick and the darkness dense. I grasped his hand. I always thought he was such a big man, a giant. He led me across the yard towards the furthest shed, the lambing shed. And here the wonder began. “Ssshhhht!” he would whisper, “I think I can hear one.” I strained my ears, trying to follow his lead and finely tune them into the sounds of newborn. The bleating sounded much the same to me. I could distinguish between the calls of the lambs and the deeper, guttural reassurances of their mothers, but I was not like him: I could not find the sound of newborn. “There might even be two or three,” he would say. In the warmth of the shed and he’s right. His ears aren’t deceived: there are newborns and all the wonder that comes with them. I marvell at him and his skills as a shepherd. Of course now I understand. I have seen many more farmyard births. I, too, can now predict birth! In his shoes, my ears would also be finely tuned to the sounds of a newborn in the shed. But the pedestal I put him on in those early memories never faltered. He was a hero with a cap and comb-over sort of a cape. And for us, that is how he will remain… #grandparents #family #goodbye
A snippet of the end game: bringing the reality of life on farm to children and teenagers. #farmingmatters #familyfarm #welshfarming #leafeducation
It’s not everyday that you find a camera man hiding in your stables! Maggie and I had a great time filming with some of the #ffermio crew. Even though the focus was agricultural, it was the ponies that absolutely loved all the attention and stole the show! Diolch @welshcakesandwellingtons 🥰#welshfarming #britishfarming #farmingfamily #leafeducation
@maggie_simons ‘s new favourite, Thelma has had to have a new rug today. Being premature and a twin, her standard calf-coat was far too big, and now that she’s feeling strong enough to get up and scamp around, it was hampering her moves! So she’s sporting a brand new dog coat instead and I think she looks perfect! #ukfarming #dairyfarm #cute #calvesofinstagram

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