A Sunday morning in May. From his position at the front door the family guardian surveys his domain.
Passing ruffians and any manner of wild beasts think twice about venturing into the garden .
Time for a game of throw the heavily chewed starfish that's been buried under the laurel hedge.
Then there's time to christen the large green septic tanks.
Sunday's in deepest, deepest France profonde are not a time for a PON boy to relax
And here's a take on history that's new : https://www.newscientist.com/article/2087924-world-war-zero-brought-down-mystery-civilisation-of-sea-people/
5 comments:
That laurel hedge is a place of hidden treasures. All will be well,(fingers crossed) now that Bob has de-threatened those nasty septic tanks...
It's a full day for Bob; so much to oversee. Nice to see the starfish back.
So much to do.... We hope Bob has the furry fox ready for when the Morose lads come to work.
Angus I like all the informative video links that you post...thanks for sharing.
Glad to see that the starfish has resurfaced.
My Mum would refer to disgusting folks as "ruffians"...I haven't heard that word in years....thanks for the memory and the smiles.
No matter what's in the hedge, if you're Bob, there's always time to christen something!
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