Spud the dog, retrieved a toy Landrover from the rock pile* today . Goodness know how long it must have been there, it must be years, it’s a long time now since the boys played with such things. It must have been pre Spud, which is just as well, seeing Spuds enthusiasm for trying to chew the tyres off it this morning.
‘Back in the day’ there would have been endless opportunity for Spud to have devoured all sorts of toys. I can’t but wonder what made him dig it out today, for he must have passed it a thousand times before.
Just as the boys specification for toys has changed, its all mountain bikes and computer games these days, so has the families idea of a suitable car. Our trusty family estate car, age 17, and with generous 290,000 miles on the clock will be off to pastures new any day soon.
I know, this post is a day late, I’m afraid toothache got the better of me last night.
* All the stone, we’ve ever dug up, or pulled down, since we moved here over twenty years ago. We have aspirations to make it into something more than a cairn, one day, one day.