As I approached him, he flicked out his sword and began to do a dance of sort. At this point I was undecided! Should I run or should I stay?
I woke early this morning in search of some farm action. I was hoping for a frosty morning; blades of grass brittle and white, pockets of mist bellowing from the dam and our local fish eagle swooping in to perch on their favourite branch. But there was no […]
The farm life is coming back to me. That or in my previous life I was either a fierce Zulu herdsman that at the sight of me, cows would run in terror or maybe a rugged Scottish warrior, charging the enemy like a wild and possessed animal! Hell, […]