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 . . .
