Our poor little goose was so lonely this morning - honking and honking - and she seemed very vulnerable on her own, so we immediately got on line to find some geese for sale.
The first advert I saw was for Toulouse geese - and, amazingly, they were in Blockley, the beautiful village where my aunt lives in the Cotswolds.
By midday we were in Blockley, visiting with my aunt and cousin. Actually, I couldn't remember how to get to auntie Pauline's house, but everyone in Blockley knows the Balhatchets! It's not often you stop to ask directions, and when you tell the person who you are looking for, they say "Oh, I used to make sausages for your uncle Morris!"
And then by 2 o'clock we were with Dr Morton (apparently my uncle played the organ at his wedding) and by 3 o'clock my goose was showing the new gander and two geese around!
and when they'd all had a good look round, it was bath time!