Wednesday, 5 May 2010
To the Manor Born
We're back in the flatlands and polders of East Anglia! (Not my pic - I pinched it)
Fist task this morning after nearly two weeks away was to walk the borders and check out the manor. Rabbits had been active, birds, duck, moles ... there is so much to be examined!
Here's a conversation which I think took place between Oz & Lily as we made our way along the field edges.
Lil: "Zis is our territory n'est-ce pas Monsieur Oz?"
Oz: "Yes. Right down the edge of this field and up to the Church. All our Turf."
Lil: "But 'ow do we know it is ours? Does Monsieur P. use 'is Sat Nav system to locate ze exact co-ordinates so we can enter zem on some kind of database? Is zer a canine estate management authority which records which part of zese fields belongs to us? 'Ow do we know zis is our fields? 'Ow do we stake ze claim?"
Oz: "No worries. I just piss along the edges."