I'm not superstitious

But I'll cross my fingers just in case...

Out on the road today, on my peregrinations around Wales (St David's again - my soul's so squeaky clean you could eat food off it). This is the last sample collection of the year, and so at each farm there is a teary-eyed farewell. No cookies yet, though. Bah.

Coming back from the last farm today, my path was crossed by no less than three black cats. Not all at once, you understand - they were spaced out over a sixty mile journey. But that's some pretty advanced good luck I'm due.

Unless of course the second black cat cancels out the first. In which case I can only count the third. Still, one black cat's got to be better than none, right?

More sheep molesting fun tomorrow. Hoorah.