We felt like real farmers yesterday when all the residents of White house farm attended the local ploughing match. I'm not entirely sure what was happening there but they had a beer tent so we hung around outside and socialized. The Muse and I managed to mix it up with her cleavage and my harem pants aka saggy nappy pants, we certainly stood out among the hunter wellies and padded body warmers. Emma discovered her next dog, a Newfoundlander called Winston. I think the poodle clip complete with feather duster tail won her over but by the look on her son's face he wasn't impressed (see picture below). I am ashamed to say we were also the only party to start a dog fight when Winston tried to hump a couple of Labradors and Betsy, our jack russell cross border collie, saw this as an opportunity for a fight. Embarrassed we fled for White House farm but not before taking in a few super cool retro tractors, Kat x
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