Woodcutters

Whilst Evie napped, Martha and I decided to cut down all the self-seeded saplings that were growing in silly places. When Martha realised that this would involve tree-felling and sharp, dangerous tools she decided we needed protective head gear. This is what she came up with.

And see Ziggy there. He is definitely becoming the sort of dog that is always lurking about the edges of photographs. Just like dear old Bonnie.