But then something else came up. The poo pile has been well established on the archery pitch. Despite regular and scrupulous poo picking the boys have burned a hole through the grass. So today we decided to move them away from the worst of it and see if we could get the grass to re-grow.
Bev carefully constructed a cordon around the offending patch.
Hey ! What ARE you doing to OUR Poo Pile !
Andy ! Andy ! Tell her will you ? It just ISNT right !
Time passed, we left the boys to get used to the idea, ate tea and looked out upon this ...
Hey Fin hurry up in there ! Its my turn next says Noah
So what started as a day of high philosophical reflection, ended up with toilet humour. But there is someone on the wrong side of the bars !
Did someone mention it was good to see a bit of Yorkshire ? Thought I would add this. We are very lucky to live here and have such fun with the boys.
Eeee By Gum Lad -Its like Cumbria but with Flat Caps and Jobs