The torrential rain of yesterday drained away and this morning mist drifted up from below
For Pigling Bland it went like this:
“And remember,” said I impressively, “if you once cross the county boundary you cannot come back. Alexander, you are not attending. Here are two licenses permitting two pigs to go to market in Lancashire. Attend Alexander. I have had no end of trouble in getting these papers from the policeman.” Pigling Bland listened gravely; Alexander was hopelessly volatile.
I pinned the papers, for safety, inside their waistcoat pockets; Aunt Pettitoes gave to each a little bundle, and eight conversation peppermints with appropriate moral sentiments in screws of paper. Then they started.
Now it is all done on line
New home awaits
The second brood swallow chicks are overflowing their slight nest; magpies lurk outside and have to be regularly moved on.
Pethau eraill ar y tyddyn heddiw