Sunday 26.7.2020

Loving these very early freshly minted mornings and though we didn`t go up to the woods today - or haven`t been yet anyway - just over the top field was a feast for the eyes, ears and nose (if ears and noses can enjoy feasts). Not a breath of wind; contrasting greens and golds as far as the eye could see; the sky full of clouds - greys and whites with patches of blue in between and, in the distance, low-lying mist obscuring the wind turbine towers so the blades seemed to float gently on top.
Add to that the fresh air and birdsong and the world could have stopped right there.