Where are the goats?

Mr B prepared a goodie box of vegetable and fruit scraps, and we headed off to the goats. Weather a bit drab, hardly anyone around, nor were the goats.

On the way back encountered this sole one (blipped). He polished off all the food. Pretty friendly too.

Back home for a cuppa, and just had a cider. Will try and get through a pile of newspapers now.

If you think a heartless Mr B is kneeling on, and crushing the wildflowers, look again. Had a bit of fun with this blip.

Went to sleep with a helicopter whirring above (person thought to be missing in Poole Quay), and woke up at 05:15 to another (stabbing incident nearby). Yawning now :(