Passing the gate

It was the day of the village fell race, which is always very popular. The village is full of people and vehicles. A lovely sunny day, but very, very cold; there weren't that many shorts in evidence and everyone wore some sort of headgear. I was quite happy to take pictures from the window and leave them to it. Gordon won't even have noticed, as there seems to be Rugby again. 

It might have been a good idea to go and move the car before I took the photos.