solstice physalis

today the Radish went walkabout.  apart from his fondness for the musical works of Mr Rolf Harris (in particular Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport), i had no idea that he felt so native australian.  he came home looking very aboriginal - covered top to toe in clay and mud.

so he had to have a hose down and a good wash.  the mister and i seemed to end up wetter than the dog and he now looks like a black and white pom pom.

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