Stone clearing with Richard Herring. I'm Alright, here we are.

Welcome.

Welcome. It's the 23rd of September 2020. It's 7.48 a.m. I believe this is Chapter 7.7.7.

Maybe it's 78. I should check before I come out. It's been raining overnight, quite heavily. The ground should be damp, but I have no trowel with me.

And no gloves. So it's going to be dirty work. Oh dear. Once again, very poor night's sleep.

Keep waking up with a kid at four and then I can't get back to sleep again. This is why Stoneclure is.

It's a curse and the blessing having a family. Blessing obviously because it provides cover for what you're doing.

The curse, because of all the rest of the stuff that you have to do.

Oh!

Whoops! Just dropped my poo bag.

All right, awful, waffles.

And we arrive at this ocean I vainly hoped the crop may have been harvested by now but of course it is not

a couple of tidlers for the alpha and omogga and off we go wolfie come here wolfs wolfs wolfie come here Good Doug.

Might just do a quiet one today. Just been thinking I need to do some photographs for the illustrator of the stoneclean booklet of me clearing stones.

It would be quite hard to do that on my own.

But how did I persuade my wife to take those photos without giving away what I'm doing?

It's going to be hard.

So I might take a few of those photos as I'll go around just as the close-ups.

Still go in. Let's just find a stone to kick.

I mean that's not working, is it? That's not working by any stretch of the imagination.

And it's not interesting for you. So we'll move on. Right.

I mean I'm tired. I haven't got anything to say to you. What do you want? Blood? How easy you think it is to do 77 of these things?

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