The 19th Hole

We probably should have headed towards that little sliver of white building at this point. We'd been out looking for furniture for the loft room and time slid on and it was dusk as I walked the dog over the golf course. I'd given up being able to take any photos having unsuccessfully balanced the camera on my shoe. Then I spotted the way-posts, perfect impromptu monopod! They mark the footpath not to be deviated from. We never deviate from the path The dog completely ignores them and runs hither and thither with joy. I did not enjoy picking my way down the hillside in the dark after spending a bit too long playing with my camera. Time for a brew (or two).