Yesterday me and Daz went to go and collect a free chicken coop that one of my clients decided they didn’t want anymore.
So, we arrived in Marston Meysey, only to find that it was rather bigger than once thought. However, we ended up, with much worry and plenty of laughter, travelling the 10 mile journey back home looking like the Beverly Hillbillies.
It would have been nice to capture the many bemused expressions of Cricklade locals as we ambled slowly through the town looking like a cross between a Top Gear task and a Hermit Crab/Chicken, but alas it was not to be. These memories will have to live privately, away from your beady eyes.
Anyway, we arrived back at Bentham in one piece, and I must add that the cluckers are really very happy and heartened with their new Des-Res Chickenopolis…