Stone clearing with Richard Herring. All right, come on, most go be quick.

That's all. Come on, more scrow me quick. Careful.

Hello and welcome to another chapter for tone clearing of Richard Herring.

It's the 6th of November. It's 1658pm.

It's drizzly, it's dark. We're going on our first night time clear for a little while.

This should be quite a quick one. I've got to be back in time to bath the kins. No ephemism.

And yeah, just let's see how if I can remember how to clear stands at night time that's a little patch-up course for anyone who hasn't done this for a while

whether we'll see some sparks tonight or not I don't know I don't if I want to after the fires that

beset the field though it's damp enough I think. I don't know. I don't know if I want to after the fires that beset the field. Though it's damp enough, I think, to... for it not to be an issue, I would hope. A wolf

is just annoying. And... Obviously, important to keep the beats going, mainly for the take of Brexit.

To keep it from not happening, if that's your jam, and keep throwing stones in to your own Brexit ditch.

So really for you, it's just a symbolic thing. Mine is the only ditch. But we'll do the job. So,

yeah, surprisingly dark. I haven't worn any gloves, which is possibly pure and foolish. I've forgotten

everything that I've learnt about being out on the field at night.

And we're going to head unusually just, as there isn't much time up to the Brexit ditch first.

Not before I've stopped to gather a few stones to add to the opening can, the closing can.

Ah yes, now I remember how it is the way that leaves.

Catch your flashlight.

You're not sure what's up or down anymore

but

oh

found quite a nice

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