The post

I awoke to a right old racket. Banging and thumping and what have you. Thought someone had started shelling the island but it turned out to be Pat digging out the neighbours gate post. The dampness had rotted the thing through over the years and it broke of. Hard to imagine here I know but there you are. Freda was there too enjoying the warm summer morning and directing affairs. The Crofter came along too to see what was afoot then, to cap it all HHHCB made sure it was being done properly. It was. It is.

Oh how lovely it is to have lovely peoples living round here.