It's a misty moisty morning here . . .

I have a busy day ahead again - would have more hours in it but I have just spent 3/4 of an hour "trying" to load this morning's photos on here. Oh for a decent broadband connection and not just 0.5 mg of "oomph" . . .

I grabbed the camera just in time to catch the sun breaking through the mist and clouds before 6 a.m. this morning. This is looking East (obviously!) over the farm buildings next door. Very atmospheric.



Here is the pine tree which is my weathervane for winds. In a gale, it will twist and thrash like a soul in torment. This morning it is calm and watchful.


A slightly longer view, showing the farm track and the other trees (oaks and sycamores) which keep the pine company.

The cows coming up for milking. The delightful ping-pong-bat-eared individual at the front is a Brown Swiss.

One of my ramblers, nearly twenty years old now. It has a French name which currently escapes me.

Its next door neighbour, a pretty orange-scented rambler called The Garland.

An unwanted guest - normally Welsh slugs are the size of small Corgis, but this one is a baby, with a very poor sense of direction . . .