A couple of weeks ago we were working out the mystery of the disappearing Wellys.
Lucy has struck again.
Yesterday I was busy in the bush lot at the back, carving up that old elm for firewood. Brought a trailer-load back to the house.
The boots tend to collect a lot of sawdust, so I left them on the front porch as a gesture to the farm manager. She can get downright hostile when I track chainsaw shavings all over the house.
Without giving it another thought I let the hounds out this morning.
This afternoon, planning another firewood run, I went out to retrieve my boots. Nowhere to be found.
There is a small scattering of leather and laces and insulating material under the apple tree by the barn.
I think that used to be my boots.
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