Saturday 29 May 2021

Saturday 29.05.2021

 After seemingly endless days of grey and tumultuous rain woke up to a perfect May morning, blue sky with the last of the mists quietly dissipating as the sun burnt through. On the top field we were above what cloud there was, one wind turbine apparently floating free in the distance. An errant lamb tried and failed to get out of our field and back into its own, scurrying up and down the fence. No doubt as soon as we moved on it was back munching the "grass on the other side" - always lusher and greener of course.

Yesterday morning we set off early, also in the mist, the cows at the top of the road smudged silhouettes 

and a bold yellowhammer greeting us noisily at the entrance to the woods.

You could have been forgiven for thinking that we`d slipped directly from spring to autumn with the sparkly spider`s webs that adorned everything


but the trees have at last started telling the actual story.

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