Three Ds; Cars and the daily grind.
Some of you will have read some of the below on my FB page, so I’ve saved you a read. Good eh? The 3 D's. Dogs, Dags, Drenching and Shearing. As the sun rose the dogs barked. Did they bark? Yes. there was shouting and whistling and the frequently occasional 'Maart, *ucking ell, get back. Lie, baaaack'. I could hear all this and I was fast asleep. It wasn't Ali imagining she was at a hunt saboteurs meeting in Chipping Norton or whatever else an anti brexiter does in Chipping Norton. The music started. This was no normal morning. The sheep were in a good bleating song. Across at the wool shed the sheep were having their jerseys taken off. I wasn't going to miss out. I was going to be a new kiwi farmer on the block. I'm not geek enough to post my own video so this is the next best thing. Golden Shears which can be as exciting as the races a Cheltenham without Dido Harding. Our next door neighbours, the far...