Back Scratching

We've been down to one car since Sunday, a present from Ms H of a flat tyre...  so it was a walk up the back for me and Arlo as Mrs C was at work. As we were walking back, past this fence the sheep had been rubbing against, it reminded me of Tibetan Prayer Flags. Ms H arrived in Paris early afternoon, it was weird watching her disappear in Dover and appear again at Calais. Oh, tyre fixed... I'm free again....