Holes in socks…
Or potatoes as we used to call them. Time is progressing and the spuds are chitting so despite everything being later here, and the risk of frost is still high, I’ve gone for gold.





… what’s occurin’ …
Or potatoes as we used to call them. Time is progressing and the spuds are chitting so despite everything being later here, and the risk of frost is still high, I’ve gone for gold.




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