Sunset on the farm

As the late afternoon sun headed for the horizon beyond Bute, I was struck by this scene of that round silage dispenser reflected in the puddle created by years of sharp little sheep-feet slicing into the mud.

The light was going as we arrived here after walking over the farm road towards Loch Striven . A colder light than in the Algarve, and decidedly chilly - we knew we were back walking in Scotland ...  I had intended getting on with washing and other pressing post-holiday activity, but the sunshine was seductive and the need to please my FitBit overruled any tendency to sloth.

And now for bed. Sloth wins.