And those good, good friends – the kiwi builder, (back for a visit) Jake, The Matriarch.
That lovely ‘tired from a late night out on the dark verandah’ – out under the stars, talking about nothing much (and everything) ‘et al’. Cats swarming. Dogs on their backs. A pigs occasional sleepy grunt. Peacocks soft calling. Pigs in their wallows.
What a day. My life as a pig.
I hope this wee video works – if it does – so sorry for the abrupt end – I was ambushed by Poppy.