Gravel

Finally, sunshine albeit with a lotta lotta wind.
6.30 to the airport to drop my dad off and thankfully he got away okay.
Porty, gym, Miro’s
My ton of gravel has sat for nearly two weeks waiting to be distributed and today was the day with the help of my three boys lugging the buckets. Pretty happy with the final appearance and spent the next four hours gardening furiously, pulling out old, splitting plants, dodging toads. SCREAM!
Nice big roast for tea and then out for a drive. Dropped in on a blipper to nag Farmerboab over a cuppa tea and a digestive, that we need more of his blips, and met his new muse Frank the baby Border Terrier. I moan about the rain but would not like to be a farmer this Spring.