Stone clearing with Richard Herring. Hello, my finest of our friends, hello, flag haags. Welcome to Chapter 1, Thick 4 of Stone Clearing with Richard Herring and Wolfie the Dog. It's 524. I think it's the 9th of July. This might be the last Stoneclothing podcast of my 57th year.

I will be 57 on Friday, 57 years young.

I know how old.

Just passing the bins.

Tragically, my bin not collected this week due to me trying to recycle too many old show

programmes in it. I've taken it to the highest court in the land. But look, we're not here to talk about the affairs of mankind. We're here to talk to affairs of of Tone Kind, Fetone Kinder.

It's a rainy day.

The sky is grey, the traffic's wet.

The ground should be giving up.

It's prey more easily, but my fingers will be muddy and sticky.

By the time we get back home.

It shouldn't be too long.

I've got to be back in time to look after my kids by 6pm so hopefully there won't be any

Tone for Tafi up here causing issues.

Getting close to moving time, so I really got to try and the next couple of weeks clear all the stones that haven't yet cleared

will be tricky. I'm away most of the time at the moment and that does make it difficult

to clear stones but every morning before my tour manager wakes up I drive down to the field and do a clear obviously

and then get back to Newcastle or wherever I am before he wakes up.

And no one is any otherwise.

Incredibly unfit.

I can't even fucking walk up this Duckett's alley without it all going to shit. So I need to do something about that.

It's been a bad year for my fitness. After last year been a good year, remember do stay fit,

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