Feeling the winter starting in my fingerbones this day. The apples be rotting on the ground and the badgers be noisy down in the far corner. I be hoping they be going to dig up this new fangled vellydrome they be putting down the lower field. Tis tampering with Nature, thats what I say and no good will come of it mark my words. If the good Lord had meant us to ride our bicycles round and round like horseflies he would have given us straight handlebars.
Two dead squirrels out on the big road yesterday.