My fantasy life is almost upon us!
Jam making: tick
Panoramic views: tick
We swore blind that we wouldn’t name our one but, without me noticing, she gradually became referred to not as ‘that one’ or ‘pork chop to be’ but Avril. Yes, Avril. Not my choice, but Neil is looking shifty…
And here they are, grunting and snouting each other out of their way, eating all the scraps and eclipsing the chickens in entertainment value!