Apparently Google has its knickers all in a twist over those cunts in the Eu and some shite about cookies. Frankly if they are biscuits then I will eat them, if you are concerned about this then fuck off somewhere else and read something else.

Wednesday, 8 August 2007

Well, The youngest and I went for a wander around the wood, checked the pen, topped up the feeders and washed the waterers.

Alex watched his pup run onto the electric fence protecting the pen whilst chasing Hiltz our errant escapee around the outside of the pen.
I have still to meet our woodsman but if the weather is good this weekend I'll see him when we have our pre season warm up clay shoot.
The area in the picture above is where he turns the harvested Chestnut Coppice into fence posts and pailings. He has a nice set up and if I had no mortgage its the life I'd choose!

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