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Another walk in the Nottinghamshire countryside. For reasons of personal preservation, I will not say exactly where I was. However, I will say that on this four and a half hour ramble I came across a thousand pigs. They were housed in five large, muddy compounds with metal sheds for sleeping quarters. There were also huge hoppers filled with pig pellets and a constant supply of piped drinking water. Close to the sheds, there were stacks of hay and straw bales that would no doubt be used for fresh bedding. When I lumbered up the  grassy slopes of the pig field, I looked over the perimeter fence into the first compound. The pigs within all ran away in a panic as if they had just seen Frankenstein's Monster. But it wasn't long before their curiosity got the better of them and they crowded near the fence to get a better look at me. It's very possible that they were interested in eating me. Anything for a change from pig pellets. They were young pigs and they squealed a lot...

Dorothy and I have gone out for brunch. We have taken Rubber Chicken too as he doesn't get out much. A large americano at the Horizon cafe in Colwyn Bay is the order of the day. The barista here makes the most fabulous of coffee..its all in the milk, he explains. Affable despot Jason's elder daughter is 15 today. I dropped a card in before we left and Hattie picked up mary before that for their 1:1 time. I left her a wrapped christmas decoration in the shape of a terrier. She a nice girl Its dry today and not too cold, so the village seems more alive than it did. Animal helper Pat was out walking, as was old Trev who wanted me to change his old fluorescent tube lights for him. I've been changing them for years I'm meeting a friend for dinner later The beach promenade is busy with walkers too....they must be sick of the sound of rubber chicken squeaking    from Going Gently https://ift.tt/2J1IxrH