Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Pigs might fly

 If I thought that the wettest I would get today was on a "dry" run up Pen-y-Fan on the way back from visiting one of the furthest reaches of the Red Kite empire. It was good to get out on the hill, pity there was no view, horizontal rain and wind strong enough to take you off your feet.
No I got wetter than this late pm on last rounds of Rock HQ when Thor, seemingly happy in his high security compound, got a whiff of something in the air which gave him wings and took him over the fence with its barbed wire extra extra security barrier set one foot inside the fence who's sole aim is to prevent randy boar climbing out (epic fail), liberated boar then did a Usain Bolt along the lane, scattering seven Bernese Mountain Dogs in the process and through, yes through the gate across Pam's pen where much to her disgust he ate her dinner before ravishing her. While this chaos was brought into some sort of control the heavens opened and yours truly who was only expecting to be outside for two minutes then spent the next twenty in his shorts and t shirt nailing hurdles across the new entrance created by the porcine Romeo.

1 comment:

spiderlover said...

Where there's a willy, there's a way ;)