The moss

On a short morning run. I love the space and emptiness of the moss. It's a saltmarsh, just down the road from the Lappers.

Delayed on the way back by cows being sent to the field for the day. When they'd cleared the road, I ran past, and said hello to a couple of little girls who were holding bailer twine across a lonning in case any cows turned around. Took me back. I used to do tasks like that on various local farms as a child