My feet have barely touched the ground this week. I’ve a stockpile of blog posts in my head, but no time to capture them, I’ve things to show and tell; all you ever wanted to know about pig nuts, but were afraid to ask, about the making of hay in the meadow, a post about the dearth of foxgloves this summer and the falling water levels in the reservoirs, to name a few.
But today I’ve managed to achieve 3 items off my ‘to-do list’, Spud has had his coat clipped and the boys have had their hair cut, the 3 of them now look more streamlined and easy to maintain.
Of late Tom has been coaching Spud, on the finer points of retrieving balls from the pond, this has resulted in the kitchen now smelling of pond weed rather than damp dog (this eau de pond weed is in addition to the permeating odour and taste of ancient plaster dust that is a result of the ongoing building work.)
So for light relief, till I get a grip of my world, here is Spud, taking a dip
And afterwards, Winding up for a BIG shake
And a top to tail shake