All good things come to re-visit one. Mayglothling time again and the very nice man is coupling up (not a euphemism – Ed.) to empty the you-know-what tank. It’s a sign of progress I suppose that he’s not actually shovelling **** (insert own word – Ed.) and a bedraggled heavily muffled care-worn horse isn’t waiting patiently harnessed to a cart.
I tried to look after his sensitivity by offering him a cup of awful tasting coffee hoping it would mask his sniffing powers – but he declined. “Ho hum” I said in my best Winnie the poo voice, “turned out nice again” (it was raining – Ed.).
I’m just a bit worried about the lumpy bits…
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still…