Snoozing on a Sunday

Once upon a time, this dozy pig basked in the glow of the Scottish midday sun, content and dreaming. Today, the field that was once his domain has been transformed—ploughed, planted, and perhaps the pig himself has become nothing more than a memory (or, more likely, a bacon roll). But in this moment, he was the very picture of bliss, snoozing away without a care.

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