Judging the judges judging (Paul)

Day 2 at the Border Mill in Coldstream and as we continue to work our way through 152 fleeces, madness is starting to set in - or at least become rather more noticeable:

• Rob has now used up his repertoire of UK accents (and beyond),
• Shirley has cycled to Aberdeen and back,
• I have created all the anagrams possible from the word 'fleece' and nearly convinced Rob that Twitter is quite fun (follow us @barnacrealpacas)
• Debbie has counted all the 'contaminated' fawn fibres in the white fleeces,
• John has worked out how many calories come from eating a biscuit after each fleece (and then wrecked the calculation by sneaking a blueberry muffin),
• Melanie has used up all her band-aid and neurofen to keep her finger working,
• and Juliet - has kept the mill spotless, the fleeces (and children) all in order (on the neat matching shelving - the fleeces are on here, not the children) and has nearly worked out what the 3 poles are protruding from the window - you really need to visit the mill to follow me on that one.

Anyway, how about I shut up and show you some pictures.