That's the one, Rosie. Trust me.
The sound of a herd of cattle, contentedly munching hay is golden.
Oh boy, can't they wake you up, when the old Dame of the heard, shoves her head in the kitchen window and bellows at you.
My ears are still ringing, from Friday morning.
Nothing like a nice big 6 foot round hay bale, for some peace and quiet on this farm.
I still haven't found just the right little home for the block of land yet.
But, I do like where I put my hammock for two.
On a small ledge of ground, below a pair of palm trees, looking over the beach, nice.
Nothing changes, Real life or VR.
Now I'm trying to track down the damned building sub-contractors.
