Oats, yoghurt and one egg
Pregnant?
Some of the ewes look round in the belly but it might just be their winter woollen coats
Daily constitutional
Over three miles – but not every day
Every morning new colours
One sleeps
A hungry muntjac deer wandered into the garden
At lunchtime. Munched on some Brussels sprouts and then ran away
Not every glorious sunrise becomes a sunny day
The frost and ice have melted but the sky was grey
It was a day for writing, speaking to a dear cousin about family history and (not so pleasant) defrosting the upright and the chest freezers. Not my favourite chore!
From dawn to sunrise
If you want to watch the sun rise click below
Icy footpaths across the fields
Ice cold dawn
