My gorgeous neighbour.

A brilliant expert at standingsnoozing, I had to wake my friend so that carrots could be consumed. Imagine the delight, being woken from a dream where you are gambling in the freshest of fields (not 32 degrees) and are presented with a crunchy carrot. Yes, you’d go for it!

Busy day of course, with a bit of oily engineering going on in various directions, but all good. Eggs for tea for us, no carrots.