In recent times, one of our favourite local walks with Human Grandad had a starting point he always referred to as "at the donkeys".
Gail and I went along there yesterday to see how the donkeys were faring in HGD's absence.
There they are in the field, but what is that notice on the tree?
Oh deary me, it seems the donkeys are on a diet. I hope they like carrots better than Gail and I do!
PS I so wanted to title this post 'Big Asses' but Gail feared it would attract the wrong sort of internet readership.