25/05/2026
The sheep graze peacefully beneath flowering May trees, until they are treated to pedicures they neither requested nor appreciated. Molly and Bob still demand their morning walk, and Morris bells remind us that the old seasons are still turning. Life at Hadsham carries on in its wonderfully muddled way.
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