Jaques d'Alltrades wrote:
Wot, they slopped in the loch?

Nah. But they're knowned for taking skinny deeps here, there and
everywhere and where you'd think one shouldn't really. Bless them.
Angels they are. My youngest has been showing horticultural signs of
interests for a few years now. I'm amazed how much he knows already.
(Bradshaw, watch this space).

But then again, he's not fashion concious much atm. Wellies are just
plastic shoes you wear when it's muddy. My oldest however turns green
at the idea of wearing them. It's simply not done when wearing a
hoodie, when this item of clothing seems to be glued to him 24 hours a
day. Sadly this has limited his activities in the garden and the lotty,
tho he enjoys the latter on occasion as the shed provides a fantastic
place for jumping from, throwing stones from it onto a deserted
railway, swinging onto the cherry tree nearby and more of less behaving
like a demented pair of monkeys from up there. Digging potatoes are
also their job as well as eating anything sweet without me noticing and
blaming a wild racoon ...