Just had a nice walk in the beautiful North Yorkshire countryside up near Ripley Castle. It's a walk we do quite often, but today it was particularly lovely with all the sun shining and all birds singing. There's two large blackbirds that live in the hedge up there, Venus and Serena me Dad calls them, I don't know why but he seems to think it's amusing. The start of the walk offers ample truffling opportunities for the non-too discerning diner like me, but they kept me on my lead for that bit, the tight bastards. Pooh count: just the one. Maybe not impressive in terms of number I'll grant you, but you should have seen the size of this rascal. Have you ever seen one of them wildlife documentaries on the telly where a large boa constrictor has just swallowed a fully grown goat? I feel about two stone lighter. Right what's for brunch?
