Eric Salop
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The wind dropped right down last night, with just enough to waft the heady scent of acres of wilting grass into our back yard while I paused for a few minutes to watch the huge orange moon peep over distant hills. Max looked disapprovingly at me as I closed the gate to the fields. He obviously wanted to try some moonlight hunting for yet more voles before it gets baled. Earlier in the day he had been stockpiling his "secret" cache of this fresh meat. It was funny to see him look left and right over his shoulder, trying to make sure know one was watching as he returned to dig out a hiding place in flower beds. Even if we hadn't seen his furtive excavations, we could have guessed what he had been up to as he came back with his nose covered in soil from pushing back the soil.
Kyle, your daughter is never short of imagination !
We live on the Wales/England border, so there are lots of little castles around here, this is one of the nearest.

Not seen one built in a tree before - maybe they were too worried about water draining from the moat ?
Kyle, your daughter is never short of imagination !
We live on the Wales/England border, so there are lots of little castles around here, this is one of the nearest.

Not seen one built in a tree before - maybe they were too worried about water draining from the moat ?
