Cross promotion ahoy!

Essentially this is going to be a post for anyone who feels they are just not getting enough of all things Baxter through this blog and feels that what they are missing in their lives is a podcast from yours truly + Otto.

Because, yes, such a thing is available and online. Otto and I have been making a history podcast and we have just launched our first episode. As this blog is, entre nous, as it were, I do have to say that the first episode is a bit ropey. We have recorded a few more which we will be releasing and I think they will get better as we go along.

But if you want to have a listen to our introduction and first episode about why we study history, here are some options:

You can go to our website by clicking this link.

Or if you prefer iTunes, click this link.

Some people use Stitcher apparently, if so, click this link.

Family news: We had Mum’s 86th birthday dinner. For very low admin birthday cake, we nicked some ice cream off the birthday girl and put some candles straight into the pot. It seemed to do the trick, see below.



Lambs 2017



Ah, yes, there she is! …with her baby.

I have been battering away at this blog for so long now it seems to have built traditions of its own. And one of these seems to be the “Lambs” post, see: April 2016, April 2014, April 2013… I think I was travelling in April 2015.

Our household is fairly manic at the best of times but it goes on complete overdrive in lambing season. We are constantly on the look out for ewes who might have lambed so we can all scurry to administer iodine and “Lamb Kickstart” – a vile looking concotion that is supposed to be full of goodies that get the lambs going. We get loads of help from anyone who pitches up, especially the most awesome Lucy and Maddie.

Ava-Jane and I had a day together – just the two of us in charge of various animals. Step 1 was to get rid of the dog and send her to her Dogfather, Andrew. Step 2 was to decide that the horses were probably going to survive on grass for 48 hrs. So that just left the ovines… Step 3 The poor ram, who has been confined to a stable because he can’t be trusted round the lambs, is going to stay confined to the stable.

So AJ and I set about filling buckets of water, see below, and generally keeping a weather eye on everything. We had reduced the focus of attentions to the ewes and the newborn lambs. There was a set of triplets with one particularly chubby one. So we thought that AJ had to spend a lot of the day cuddling the chubby one so that his siblings could have a shot at mum.

So really not much more to say, there isn’t much to be said politically, nothing to have a rave about. Actually as an emotional metaphor, the upcoming elections leave me feeling much like I felt after Atletico just got beaten 3-0 by Real Madrid with a Ronaldo hat-trick; the bad guys have won, the darkness has overwhelmed us, Frodo is not going to get the Ring into the fire, there won’t be enough “I believe in fairies” to revive Tinkerbell, the Dark Side will rise. All is lost!

Look at the lambs, aren’t they cute!