Pig Day Minus 1

The torrential rain of yesterday drained away and this morning mist drifted up from below

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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

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New home awaits

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The second brood swallow chicks are overflowing their slight nest; magpies lurk outside and have to be regularly moved on.

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Pethau eraill ar y tyddyn heddiw

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