It’s a sign of how little sun we’ve seen this ‘summer’ that come autumn, and a little sun, I just wandered about the place, marvelling at how magical it is. As I took this picture I could hear the sound of birds of prey calling, and little else.
The woods and bog are just downright magical too, and I can’t leave them alone..
Finally I had to do some work, and I’ve been fixing up the old sheds into stables. It was only when I’d been sawing that the sawdust filled in some depressions in the old concrete, and I saw that there were hens here, long ago when this was built –
makes a change from the usual cat footprints…