Clay House

So, we're in now and I really appreciate being in the countryside again. Unfortunately, the dogs remain a constant pain in the kneck; if they haven't rolled in badger droppings then they fart silently in confined spaces, shit everywhere we might walk, bark at everyone who walks by the house and whine for food.

Following his trip to South Africa, Duncan's started a blog on wine. So, I can't be left behind and I've never blogged before. I still don't really get it. Why would anyone want to read stuff I post. Perhaps there is someone out there who just has nothing better to do - pretty frightening.