Hay!

Two half days at the goose farm loading bales of hay have left me with tired muscles,I think next year I shall give it a miss,the weather was in the 80's both days which is a bit warm for working,though i used to run in half marathons in such heat and still would if I could,I missed out on Jean and Normans visit but Sheila fed them the "ulster fry" in my absence, which is a breakfast of gut busting dimensions,and organic free range eggs from Audrey and co.
The sea mist rolled in last night and is just starting to disperse a little ,so it could be another hot day,fence repairs will be continued,albeit at a much less energetic pace than humping bales of hay.
It seems that my little article re- Al,was taken literally by one reader,as my old friend Mos. the journalist used to say "don't believe anything you read" though I did only embellish the events a little in this case.
The Montana saga is drawing to a close,so no more mountains for another year,and back to billy and sofie as the main attractions.