









The flock of ewes and lambs and father Tufty

We found a new bridge along one of the footpaths

We met a butterfly as we traversed a field and we spotted cowslips and lesser celandine.




As the sun began to sink

I stewed Victoria plums that had been stored in the freezer since last September



On the way back we heard and then saw the reassuring sight of a tractor ploughing the field opposite The Gables.
