Stone clearing with Richard Herring. Hello, my fan flag-hagged friends.

Welcome to Chapter 1, Fevereign 1.

The 30th of August, it's 923 of the AM for a time.

Just heading up to the old Stocean, see what's going on.

Come on, Wolfie, good girl.

It's a sunny day, that's a funny day.

And shouldn't really be here, should I? Shouldn't be, I mean, for many reasons, just because the chances of the universe existing,

let alone life evolving on a small planet are so tiny, but, you know, I thought I'd move by now.

Still here, no dates for, well, we're just just peering our own leg there.

My own foot, the wee trail down from where she was wing onto her foot. Yuck.

Don't know when we're moving, so it's certainly not till mid to late September.

The dates drag on. Go on, keep moving, Wolf. And, uh, just coming up,

Ducke its passage now. And here we are.

Seems like something's starting to grow through the soil here, tilled soil.

Yeah, I can see crops now. So the turnaround is very quick, isn't it, for these farmers.

They plow, they plant, the new crop appears.

But the stones keep coming.

I did consider breaking one of the first rules of stone clearing today.

There are no rules of stone clearing, of course, that's the, actually the first rule, second rule.

It's always keep moving, you can't just stop in one place, but I did wonder about,

just to give myself an idea of how long it might take to do the whole field, to take a metre square

and just try and clear that metre square of all stones and just stay and concentrate on that. It's something you could try if you want,

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