Sunday, May 15, 2016

No time to relax.

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 :


Coppa's girl said...

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...

Unknown said...

It's a full day for Bob; so much to oversee. Nice to see the starfish back.

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

So much to do.... We hope Bob has the furry fox ready for when the Morose lads come to work.

VirginiaC said...

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.

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

No matter what's in the hedge, if you're Bob, there's always time to christen something!