Friday, 13 April 2012


Crofter, sheeps, grass [of sorts]

Pushkin had gone out for his morning constitutional - a quick stroll in the morning sunshine - while I was preparing myself for a visit to The Crofter. And then the hail came. In no time at all Pushkin came scuttling in straight to the warm Rayburn stove and I put off my visitation to The Crofter. It'll stop soon I'm sure. It is April after all !

Meanwhile I have scanned this - taken Yesterday - for your delectation whilst listening to a fine Late Junction on the BBC 'play it again Sam' thing.

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