D&D had looked after the goats just fine and it was all good.
We've returned to wind, wind and more wind. It's a warm wind. But at the end of the day wind is wind eh? It sounds a lot worse, sitting inside, than it actually is when you get out there. It feels slightly foreboding. It's only September. It's gonna get a whole lot worse.
For now though, the garden is spewing veg, the goats are happy and all is good.
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I know what you mean about the dread. It's hard to enjoy even the good autumn weather without thinking about the winter to come...
Aye - the feeling of being unable to move cos you think it'll get worse - it's called dreadlock. I think. It's enough to drive one to ganja perhaps.
Well, the veg plot's proved it's fertile...
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