Stone clearing with Richard Herring. I'm Well, hello, my fanish friends.

It's 11.55 a.m. on the 17th December 2025 a.m. on the 17th December 2025 as I record this.

Welcome to Chapter 184.

St. Clairman Richard Herring and Wolfie the Dog.

We are, for this episode only, this chapter only.

That's where chapter, chapter, that's not it's chapter one, eight four.

Nearly at the advanced level. For this, for this week only, we are welcoming listeners on the Rahalashtabafid.

You may have missed this podcast that I do,

stone clearing. Do just Google it. There's 183 other chapters plus if I'm a time for Bethel

for you to enjoy. But this is just a Christmas treat for you and fans of Stone Clearing.

Might get you interested in this hobby, this ancient hobby.

And if not, you know, it fills up time, don't it?

The time would part in any case, possibly less slowly, actually.

In this case, and look, I'm back. I've just come up Duckett's Passage, Duckett's Pathage,

and back on the field.

The Stotion, the Fetotion, Wolf is doing a wee, passing the Alpharonomagocene, hidden away behind grass.

It's been ten months since I last came here. I felt I'd probably just about finished the task clearing every stone

off the field, but I've come, I've found one straight where there's loads here.

The thing is they grow back.

So even when you think you're finished, you do have to come back to your field every now and again.

People, someone on Fess Hole, said that they would throw my footones back on to the Fetotian.

Sorry to speaking in Anglo-Saxon, I hope the new listeners can understand.

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