fred90

marked by the beddywhippet and a good head shot for a change.

I have always used bags, I always seem to be on land were the farmers don't know they have given me permission

I don't want anything mate, few lads on here have sent me bits and bobs time I returned the favour.

I have a wasp Enzo here hardly used with the red band clamps, he's welcome to it if you want, no charge mate.

not heard anything about jabs for kids in this area either, had mine in October.

good shooting my friend what bands are you using?

they f****d the coal industry, steel industry, fishing industry, why would farmers be any different?

it's not as straightforward as it looks, the million pound exemption can be claimed individually, to cut it short if done properly you can have a valuation of £3,million before any tax, then it's 20% instead of 40%,no sympathy for greedy b*****ds anyway, by the way the figures are chancellors own words this morning.

nothing in politics surprises me anymore, saying tories are finished is way too premature, 5 years ago Labour were finished, the biggest defeat in history, the corbyn fiasco, Labour would never be in power again, I believed it, 5 years later in power with a big majority, personally I wouldn't vote for either of them

I would but he has got dog's that actually catch things.

jealousy is the lowest form of wit

once her nose is down she's away mate, when she's on to something there's no stopping her, the beddywhippet has steadied up as she has got older, works a lot closer to me now.

mooching in the afternoon mist, dog's working the hedgerow, across the dyke there is a row of trees amongst nettles, brambles, ground quite boggy, I was scanning the trees looking for a shot at woodies with the catapult when I saw this chap about 4 feet off the ground, I thought is he dead or asleep, a big dog fox he never moved until I said now then are you asleep, he lifted his head looked at me for a couple of seconds then he was down and off through the brambles.

100% bang on there

it's a changing world, it was always a battle of wits really, they didn't know who or how many were behind the lamp that was shining and you didn't know who or how many were coming to you, too old now for that and even in my prime built like the gable end of a 5 pound note I will carry on mooching about like the old fart I am.