Monday, 28 January 2013


These three guard the croft with a right old racket every time one wanders down the road towards them. They are not doing their longevity much good I can tell you. The one at the front makes a run at me every time I turn my back. Typical!

Dad Crofter is fine since you ask. Doing the feeding and stuff despite the rain and what have you,. There's a storm coming in later in the week so no doubt he;ll be tying things down before then.

And there's the Great Man making his way to the Tooth Factory on a sunnier day. With a bucket of builders tea to keep him from dehydrating or something.

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