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 There's no rest for the wicked - or The Crofter. In the dying light of the day The Crofter tootled up to the apportionment to feed the coows a bit of 'snap' - out in the dark damp 'field'.
I tootled along too, cadging a lift in his shiny big blue four wheel drive toy.

Aye, the coows were there all right waiting for a bit of attention. So the good Crofter lifts the bag of food, climbs over the fence, trudges wearily through the soft ground and fills the coows' trough. Nice eh?

I think they probably all lived happily ever after but we have to wait and see won't we boys and girls?