'Vague'.

Another day of clear skies and bright sunshine. The land around us used to be owned by one farmer but on his death was divided among his three sons. All of them are out ploughing this morning. Their tractors followed by flotillas of large, white, worm seeking gulls. Down by the heron pond a mini bus is disgorging a group of 'seasonal ' workers wrapped up in bobble hats and scarves. Two of the farming sons are barely on speaking terms due to some long festering dispute over a field boundary. The exact nature of the dispute remains 'vague' and quite possibly forgotten. The middle brother acts as an intermediary.

This mornings radio news well summed up by the presenter who says ' There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks when decades happen'. 

The hardy Hebridean sheep are happily nestled down in the long grass out of the wind. Their paddock has a five foot fence around it which keeps them safely separated from passing dogs.

Four Japanese golfers are having a whale of a time. Their laughter drifts across the fairway towards us. The wind is coming from behind them and gives their drives an unexpected, but welcome, push.

Back at the car park a rather fine old fellow silently tries to tell his mistress that he's not quite ready to go home. He plonks the ball down in front of her three times and stares it at it. With a barely discernible shrug he then quietly accepts that his morning outing is over. 

Freshly baked scones in the farm shop.

Truffle and Rosemary crisps . Is this a flavour too far?

Thursday morning music:https://youtu.be/4JWYIY3icUg

The Moon is different :https://bigthink.com/starts-with-a-bang/moon-two-grand-canyons/

Possibly true:https://nicholasdecker.substack.com/p/the-peter-principle

On line humour adapts to world events :https://x.com/MichaelAArouet/status/1887174539131376126