All aboard!

Like the previous blog predicted, the high wind has brought the phone line down for the 9th time in 8 years, so we wait for Mr BT to come and find us. Shouldn't take long, around three weeks based on the average. Yesterday I called in on our friends the microholders still living the dream in the suburbs, where I had a lovely goats milk cappuccino. Here I got to see their goat train. Amazing what listening to Marillion can do for goats!