Bob is the one best able to bang words together into sentences that will survive rough seas and winter gales. I try to build sentences, and the wheels fall off before they reach the front gate, and so they spend most of their time in the front yard, on bricks, with the grass growing up around the axle.
On the other hand I will point a camera at anything, and one in a thousand shots is worth displaying. And because it's traditional, in no way novel nor original, and for no good reason whatsoever, I'll take these two along for the ride, and take photos of them.
Hee hee heee
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