As you already know, springtime in Brittany is accompanied by large amounts of fertiliser being spread on fields, and Porridge diving headfirst into it at every opportunity. My walks are carefully designed to avoid danger spots and the constant hosing down that inevitably results from a miscalculation.
Mysweet has made friends with our neighbouring farmer. Whilst spreading a rich mixture on the next door field, the farmer was persauded to raise the shovel on the end of his tractor and tip
I do love raspberries though. My emotions are mixed
Porridge is now living outside for a while, and is having trouble understanding why.
Perhaps you can smell her from where you are...