I promised you I’d bring you tales of fish from Bakewell tonight. But I’m not of that frame of mind, so I shall exert blog writers privilege, and serve a different dish of the day.
and more yellow.
I’ve been trying to capture Spud’s antics in the field (the grass is long enough now that he has to leap around like a gazelle to find his way about).
But it hasn’t been a great success he either faces the wrong way,
or he runs off for a chat with the neighbours
Or I miss him completely
Sigh, I’ll try again tomorrow