Resting in the shade.

We took off to here today.
It has improved beyond all recognition in the 15 or so years since we were free to scour the country at will.

Paragliders ... too far up.
"Lion and lamb" ... Lens too strong, we could see the rocks rather than the shapes.
etc.
etc.
Eventually it became a straight choice between this and a chubby chappy, out in the middle of all plants, pot sheep and a bronze fox uttering words into his Phobile Mone ...

"Each way? No! 50 quid to win." I wish I'd heard what he was backing, just to check.