home from yonder, a not-so-far-away town, maybe 67km, a short drive, time away from this town that once had a train running through, but no more, possibly a few years now, doesn’t even qualify as a railway siding, but trucks plenty, bunkers too lot of them covers probably a hundred acres or more, yeah a grain hub, the sort of thing that might attract tourists if all the more interesting things elsewhere didn’t exist, anyway occasionally we capture a potential tourist, subject them to days of sensory deprivation, blindfolded and more, then a few days later we sit the seat they are tied up in front of a grain bunker, remove the blindfold and ask what do you think of grain bunkers, and generally they seem very pleased to see a grain bunker.

in other news we were followed home by a couple of the local drunks, they were likely at the pub for couple hours, brought what they need to stay inebriated until the next trip to a pub. They also provided opportunity for a picture of their vehicle, which did wheelies down this way on Sunday, and been previous goings on also.

I could get to some jobs, you stay there, you generalized unspecific