Hi folks. Had a lovely weekend took my English pal to Highland games to watch muscle men in skirts throw lumps of metal about. It was very windy, so we had high hopes that she would finally see what,a Scotsman wore under his kilt. But no such luck,me ven the twirling burling hammer thrower showed no more than a meaty thigh!
Came home to a downed cherry tree so I spent yesterday chopping and sawing and carting it away the cleaning out the Range Rover.
Back to work today.