Going Nowhere

So we won't be going into town today after all, and not even into the village either. We are glad that the lambs have been born, their shed has been extended and their mothers have the good sense to mostly keep them indoors.

Bread is being baked and soup is being defrosted. The soup, taken at random from the freezer turns out to be condensed liver and cucumber. I remember the cucumber glut but I don't remember failing to finish a dinner of liver.

At least in snow it's harder to tell whether or not the camera has managed to focus.

With apologies to Arachne blackandwhiteincolour