Well I be out in the yard yesterday, just bid farewell to the beeman and then what did I hear? A nasty crashing grinding noise like a shed full of nails collapsing. I be worrit case the beeman backed his landrover into the wood so I thought to mysell I'll go and look over the gate and see for myself what be making that terrible noise.
Well there be four young lords out there in an open top and they done drive into the drain cover and rip their exhaust. I never had so much fun since St Lucy's day standing by the gate watching them trying to get their pipes back on. It just goes to show I said to Amos that pride always do come before a fall.
Crows are devasting the redurrants and the gander eats all the cherries.