.......to keep a record of a sunny Sunday walk.
Tree tunnels and friends..
richly coloured moors
feathery dozing trees
and a joyous little dog with a white triangle at the back.
Our boots were heavy with mud but our hearts were light.
Just me, with Hetty on her lead.
The gloating autonomous Jools sitting on the compost bin watching us set off.
And they're off.
But they are as nosey as she is and look at her from a safe distance.
Creeping back gradually.
There's nothing quite like a sheepish stare.
Then back towards home...my house (Or at least the roof) across the road is just in the centre...red brick with 3 chimneys. Our half is hidden behind the tree.
We leave the sheep to safely graze under the wide moorland sky.
Two glorious sunny days.