Your mate.

One of the joys for me, of living in the farming community, is this first day when the milking herd is let out to pasture.

Moss and I were walking in the field this morning when, out they came to bellows of joy - cow-like joy that is - and leaps and bounds as they stretched and tasted the fresh grass for the start of the new season.

Once we had rounded a few of them up, this was Moss enjoying a well deserved and rather 'full of himself' lie down in the grass while the beasts had a sniff around what was going on.

This one for my father, who is currently having an enforced stay in Ward 15 of The Princess Royal Hospital in Telford. Not wanting to be there but being cared for by a great bunch of people. Thanks to you all.