Well i don't lie or book people to do urgent outdoor jobs to save their animals munched by Mustelids, on a bank hol weekend then not even show up at the site the Yeoman has wandered down to in tghe wilds

which i love, as it merely explains twenty years of that, drip drip, building up to a damn bursting point in The Marches,  when by a decade back the real 'land' is no longer viable as it takes rural honour - keeping to ones word, I mean it's not as if one couldn't have been doing something else either useful, or for dosh even, with the obvious time spent going to see their so urgent job... But the cream on the cake is one never even gets an apology.

It's gorgeous. I mean I'm sure even Cyclops had a bit of 'self realisation' that  the soldiers he had stuck between his teeth, irritated his gums, and he should at least try and pick off the uniforms first...

(this being one UNIFORM change all based on ' well I am spiritual' so i don't need to follow the rules of PROPRIETY....or they are on the spirits  due hinterlands loneliness, but don't mention it... which if they did one would factor in... and understand, the other uniform change being it's so hilariously petty in that as many landowners did become female, they NEVER bugger you around - or almost never, if they know you have one of them tucked away at home, whereas if they know as most would in actual rural places you don't, then its as if they are seeking some kind of weird universal revenge for not having a starring role alongside old Oddesayer...)

and this abovbe is THE number one reason your environment is ferked..

86% of your English water courses officially damaged, as per data a monthish back

Because when you knew (200ish acre) farmers Rachel and  Chris of Llanigon fifteen years ago, usually she would laughingly extol, with dark humour, too... " we mergolate about it over the breakfast table,   the cost/benefit of a lil' bit of glyphosate when we get desperate but usually i have the upper hand as i saw 

 on the telly [featuring the GREAT scene of what REAL 'conservation' is of Midj, that even if they pretended to be platonic,  Mister and so sexiest filmic babe ever Virginia, up to her knees in the cold loch without her Hunters or even a moan,  and 'im, have  gotta cart around all day getting sweaty, big hunks of dead, shark.. rantin' at each other, quite moodily,  so as to get the job DONE without any fagbreak time to consult Master Eckhartless git as to the correct vibe, or performative 'pause'  or onness of it all]  when i was a baba, or even better Heidi, 

 -  tho the 60's vintage i only watched a year back is a TRUE battle axebabe,  mentorship..

when he was playing with his silly action men... so i DECIDE what we do about the lil' birds and bees who may not benefit by it quite so much...and gradually we develop concensus...as he knows who bakes the best yorkie puds ...which he could learn to do too if he wants to take a hike, but won't as he knows what side of the bread the ordinary Coop butter is on...

now....what next, ohh yes those city bankers who bought most of the Midlands (catchment)  .. all around Hay, which pretends it is some 'Woodstock of The Mind...'  as we're a team maybe we can take them on comin' here shootin thousands of birds for their sick enjoyment....  we'll need a bit of  you watch-my-back protection, to have a go at them now... ... " (AS THEY...DID) 

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So the miserable five thousand lil' fishies  came along to nose about here by midnight.

(note to self that brolly one is such a bad camera angle and even if i don't do take two, its gotta go for now)

.... well she, The Bush, liked it... she kind of stars in it, even if as  much sincerity as a Brotherhood of Man record which started that glorious longer warm-spell year, as top of the pops...

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/the-quest.html