Bob digs. The mud on the nose gives it away.
Sophie sits on the recently planted rosemary. Rosemary is tough .... but not that tough.
By mid-morning The Rickety Old Farmhouse once again has a forward line of defence in the shape of a male PON.
The warm sunshine means that the forward line of defence sometimes closes his eyes ... just for a moment. The sounds of snoring should not be interpreted as a lack of vigilance.
There is something elementally right about a Rickety Old Farmhouse and two very happy sheepdogs.
In our absence an Asiatic Hornets nest has been spotted high up in a tree alongside the old Roman fort. The mayor tells me that there are 60 pregnant female Hornets on the loose. Angus isn't sure that Hornets get pregnant. Nor is he sure that they will be flying around this early in the year. He thinks of pointing this out but doesn't. Why let facts get in the way of a good village crisis ? The police and fire brigade have been called. This latest development should rival the ( still ) swaying Jesus in terms of high village drama.