Snap happy

I was woken this morning by the rest of the household mentioning the word fire alot.
Concerned me slightly since some fuckers have already started a fire behind our garden with all the dry grass that has been kicking about lately. As standard, when the fire brigade is called they just burn the lot. Nothing left for those little scamps to burn.

So now its houses. We bundle into Peggy in our dressing gowns and swing by the next block.


The whole estate was out in force and we had to quickly drive back to The Ranch to grab our cameras, hence no pretty flames. Thankfully no one lives in this block - unfortuntely its just going to leave another foul impression about this estate.

The council wont bother it's arse.

A wee jaunt to The Castle to save Claudi and her friends some cash and was a bit gutted that the only time I bring my camera to the castle its a horrible cloudy day. Claudi was hungover after my pub recommendations so not all bad.



A wander down the mile to The Ranch that's looking more like a Blue Peter show every day.
Tourist season is appon us and the Gouranga ladies pray on the weak