Sometime today, the pannage pigs, The Fritham Seven, found a weak spot in our outer fencing and came in looking for loot. They turned over the muck heap - and what a good job they did too - finding all the worms, and then they evicted the horses and donkeys from the barn and holed up for the evening.
We managed to persuade them to go into the vault outside the Nissen hut where there was a goldmine of uneaten acorns, hoping that they might be satisfied with the hut as their next Air B'n'B. We've arranged the gates so that they have direct access to the Forest in the morning but told them to feel free to come back every night to keep warm and dry.
