Weekend in WalesSome pics from the weekend at Bergy's farm in Wales! There was lots of:

• Free range chickens - eat your heart out Jamie Oliver, Bergy knows how to raise the loudest and funniest chickens in the UK, they have the best life and seem to love being there prancing around all day
• Sheep and little lambs - Bergy saved one caught in a fence and they are in the 3 fields surrounding the house
• Horses, tractors, vintage cars & donkeys - all at the parade held in Cardigan - it was a sight!
• Laughs - if you know Berg and Princess K - need I say more?
• Funny Welsh signs and speaking - could it be German with a lisp? It could be anything as I couldn't understand a word!
• Big country, big blue skies, gorgeous sunshine and fresh air - which tired us city gals out for some strange reason?! We walked to the top of this hill.

• Naughty animals - Dylan jumped on the turkey when I was giving it too much attention and while collecting eggs in the barn a cock pounced on my bucket full of eggs as it thought it was feed - the spilling of the bucket made a few eggs crack - Berg wasn't too pleased, but it was his errant bird's fault!
• Big breakfasts - using the eggs I collected, Bun even had a blue goose egg!
• Antagonizing the turkeys so they could make the funniest sounds - they loved it and so did we!
• Hot flashes - the Aga replacement makes the house soo warm - is that what menopause would feel like? You could walk around naked comfortably.
  

• Oohing and aahing - at the amazing renovation to the farm - we loved the enormous upstairs bathroom with standalone tub looking out over the fields. The renovator in pic below.
• Oohing and aahing 2 - a little chick hatched out of the incubator and it was the cutest little thing to hold - all wet and scared, the next day it was a little bigger and a little fluffier. The pen with the day old chicks is the sweetest thing to look at

• Welsh tea cakes - like little pancakes but you can bring them with you in a little bag and you don't need syrup they are sweet enough

• Funny animal movements - from the peacocks jumping on the roof, cats sleeping in the trees, ducks waddling in a funny manner to escape being too close to us, turkeys strutting past a mirror thinking it was a potential new mate, cocks fighting, chickens sunbathing and Dylan finding furry treasures in the fields - the animals entertain all day with their quirks and behaviors
  

Funny ducks & gobbling turkeys!

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Lamb, lamb everywhere...the lush, green countryside of Northern Ireland was filled with lots of baby lamb. It is lambing season. They are adorable and so fluffy and white you just want to squeeze them! As a big city girl, I had to ask the lovely driver to pull over a few times for pics; the driver was a farm child so was laughing at my oohiing and ahhing at all the animals.

Easter in Northern Ireland was a treat, lots of green space, lots of gorgeous countryside framed by moutains, beautiful beaches and coastline (we followed the Coastal Route from Belfast to Londonderry)and lots of interesting people. Basically I could not understand half of what people were saying and they also could not understand me too?! So quite entertaining.

Good Friday in Ballycastle saw us waiting an hour at a local fish and chip shop by the sea for the fresh cod. Saturday we had dinner in Portrush at Kelly's nightclub - which was, for the Canadian readers, more like Ponderosa in the 70s with a dance floor (we didn't go to the Lush side where Pete Tong was playing today so can't comment on that side). When we stepped into the restaurant it felt like we stepped into a scene out of Eastenders. The bar was strangely decorated with stuffed moose, deer, tigers and other safari animals staring down at patrons - all very eclectic for Portrush, it was going for a glamouros, Harrods-y, colonial, safari, wilderness feel with a bit of nautical, which all doesn't really mix too well, non?

Also we were quite exotic there as we didn't have fake tans or look like a WAG wearing too much jewelery and have many tatoos. I wish I had the camera that night as some of the people in there could be made into new characters for Little Britain.

Sunday we ate the traditional Sunday roast at the only pub that was open in Derry which unfortunately wasn't a traditional Irish pub but a Wetherspoons (eek!) Needless to say, am glad to be back in London, eating my tuna and chickpea salad and muesli breakfast!

As they say in Ireland, good craic!