Unhinged

I had a rather stressful morning dealing with issues on a whole set of work projects, and was looking forward to an afternoon walk to clear my head after I'd dropped Ben at Stamford. I ended up in the village of Barholm, not really much more than a hamlet with a faintly unkempt air, several derelict barns and quite an interesting flora. However, I'd only been there about five minutes before I was involved in another long phonecall related to one of this summer's projects, so my walk was rather cut short!