Sand Dunes

Went to the beach to get some sand, for the concrete to stabilise the back fence after the gales. Mike nipped out of the car to ask at the farm if this was okay and, as he nipped back into the car, the blood thirsty little thug of a Jack Russell nipped him on the leg! Lots of blood and very sore but we slathered it with copious amounts of Germolene and a dressing and by the evening it was much less painful.

A bit much for Postie to be bitten when he's not even working!