The gates were singing this afternoon.The strong wind which finally lifted the grey and let the sun burst through also created a symphony of sounds - trees, grasses,telegraph wires but especially that particular gate at the top of the road which makes a wonderfully eerie wailing when the wind blows across the top of it.
Two shorter circuits, morning and evening, at the top of the woods by the road, for we have "dogs-who-can`t-be-trusted-off-the-lead" staying for a while and lengthy stomps aren`t much fun for me or them when they need to be restrained.
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