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| My shrink tells me my fondness for strolling round our groinds is a part of my "canine heritage". What a plonker! Who could ever tire of the sight and smells of our fantastic array of plants, even in winter? |
But summer is when it really comes into its own. Plenty of bums on benches. Endless cooling drinks. Lots of ankle-biters playing (NICELY, please!) on the swings, the slide and all the other toys. Plus the aviary full of budgies, cockatiels and rabbits (?). |
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Ahhh... Images of a glorious day in an English country garden. Perfick. And no, I am NOT dozing on the right! I'm checking that the grass is level in front of the aviary - one of those tiresome Health & Safety things... |
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