On our afternoon outing down one of the fine rivers today, I took this foto ... one of my father's favourite poems was about Crusoe ... he only ever recited one line and it went like this, particularly if we were getting close to a hut and saw footprints heading in the same direction ... poor Crusoe saw with fear struck eyes, the footprint on the shore ...
anyway, back to serious matters, youngster did a smashing point, I took her forward to flush ... HEN AWAY ... love it when it all starts to gel for the young ones ...
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