When the Wind Blows

Those little houses in the distance better close their windows. Tonnes of steaming manure alongside the back road tonight, another sure sign (and smell) that spring's moving on in.

Not a bad old day all-in-all, as far as Wednesday's go. Tear and tantrum free and finished off with a bit of a sweaty run around a badminton court with some work colleagues, including a newly cherry popped blipper. Do pop along and say 'Hi', and maybe try and snap him out of his curmudgeonly and misanthropic ways.