Stone clearing with Richard Herring. I see an hopper now, it's 2018, I know that much.

And it's Saturday, 645.

I expect a lot of you listening to this.

Probably added a disco at this time.

Taking some ease, some of the old arm heroines.

Not me, my friend, I'm heading up to the field, and the rain, the rain is coming down.

The dog needs to defecate and urinate and run around where it will be.

Good got off again.

But I, how about you?

I'm heading into a dark field wearing a head torch and some industrial gloves and a big ski coat

dog doing the week.

And I expect you to think I'm very uncool.

This is how I spend my Saturday evening.

Well, A, paddle up, I've got a curry arrive in for when I get home.

So, not so uncool now, might.

And B, I'm going out on a late night stone clear in the rain.

Trying out the head torch, I've prevailed a little bit with, I think the first time I used it was particularly windy,

which did make it harder to see what was going on, but it's given me an excellent view of the hindquarters of my dog,

which does not exactly excite me in any way.

He says it does is lying.

That's where the torch is pointing as it happens at this moment.

If I was another dog, I'd be all over that, but I'm a human being.

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