The goat droppings...

Breakfast with the folks on boxing day.

All was quiet and then my dad said "Tasting goat droppings, Vincent"... Don't ask me, please.

Little birds fly in and out all dat long.

Around noon I cycled to the DIY store to get some hardware.

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I cycled past some windmills.

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These are quite old. This one actually burned down 2 or 3 times already.

Boxing day dinner with my family. Cassie made a verrrrrry nice chicken ragout, amongst other things.