A WALK IN THE SUNSHINE

Yesterday was the last day when it's supposed to be 'nice' so I went out for a walk across rough ground and downhill at that!

The pedestrian gate to the stables that Stuart and Helen own (son and dau-in-law) was plagued by people parking their cars outside it so, with the help and agreement of the people living opposite, have put up these posts and logs to stop it; so far none have been removed or knocked down! Touch wood...

They've got chickens there, too, and these are the nosy ones which came to look - they're several feet higher than the ground I was standing on. Having a happy scratch among the weeds and being looked after by the cockerel.

These are my bugbear, I just don't like cows, even though they're unlikely to cause any harm so I try and stay away from them. These were in another field but could get into the part I was walking on. And lots more out of sight behind the hedge.

While I was stumbling my way down the hill with the help of my thumbstick - and avoiding the cow pats as well as I could, this soundless plane passed high in the blue sky leaving a couple of perfect contrails. Wonder where that had been and was going?

I saw this lovely twisted old tree - what a subject to try and draw or paint with its interesting trunk and dead branch sticking out to the side.

Just beyond this was a field which had already been ploughed and a large tree has been left in the middle. Don't you feel grateful that the farmer has bothered to 'draw' round it rather than cut is down and make an open field? It gives some character to what could have been 'just a field'.

When I got home I washed all the muck off the thumbstick, made a cuppa and felt pleased that I'd made the effort to go out.