expertly whittled

8:30am and just parked up the bike.

Mr Tractor's bell-ringing-mallet was smiling in all it's whittled beauty.

Went for a longer commute this morning, got wet. Dried off.

After a bit of a whirlwind of work, then headed home on the bike (yay for the tailwind), and after bedtime and cleanup - time to catch up on un-posted blipage.

Ting.