While we picked poo in one of our fields, the boys chucked it about in the other one. Alanis Morissette would think it was ironic.
After riding out with Tracey and Bella, another completely bonkers walk with Jack, Henrietta and friend, Ingrid. I have abandoned the Henry bus for now and am trusting her to follow us over to the inclosure and back without heading for the hills. So far so good, although I'm dreading explaining it to an Agister if she does go walkabout at any time.
