A welcome sunny morning. Max and I went to feed the horses at the old house. The reservoir fed by the 4 m of gutter we put up was nearly full. Damn, thats about 2 cu. yds. of water by very rough estimation. Tonga had her head sticking through the window and was already helping herself to the hay. Doled out enough, hopefully, headed back and made some more of that porridge stuff, although it didn't turn out nearly as well as Mitja's. With nothing else to really do, and it turning into quite the pleasant day, went for a hike with Max in the one direction I hadn't gone. Max spotted, alarmed, and pursued a couple deer, but to no avail. Came into another small town, in which i felt uncomfortable with Max, and so made sure to be overprotective. Seperated him from another dog behind a gate, and then upon leaving the village to head to the next ridge and hopefully catch a nice view of the Adriatic, was stopped by an old wanker on a tractor coming the other way. I could tell he was yelling at me, spittle flying and arms flailing but couldn;t pinpoint what about. Then realized he didn't like Max not being on a leash. I said 'ok', and turned around as he kept yelling, pantomiming shooting Max. Whether he had a case about a leash was irrelevant. I now found myself in a furious state, feeling no inhibition in tearing off his arms and knocking what few teeth he had left in his head with them if he indeed had any inclination to carry through on his threat. So headed back home, with the put-put of the tractor in town until we returned to the safety of the woods. Layed around and enjoyed the sun in a field, washed some of my clothes to return them to a respectable tint of mud, then planted several trees in the garde that Mitja and Maja returned with. Spent the night around the fire, enjoying some wine that Boris had left, and some cake Maja had bought for my last night on the farm. Nice.
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