Gawd

I hate when hard won land reverts to unruly scrub but the price of reclamation I wear on my poor punctured skin tonight. But I did find a large boar-hole in the fence amidst the towering blackthorn and bramble melange. It is now staked and netted as are the others that have appeared recently as the varmints seek out new ways into the ground they have had the run of for the last ten years.

This is a quick snap of Poppi in the late afternoon sun. If only we had bought that Renaissance apartment with its beautiful furniture and massive cellar and no land. (Not).