Looking out over our valley

We’d met my brother for lunch at The Travellers, which meant I could drop Ann off at the entrance to Lower Toad Hall Farm on the way back so she could make a start on delivering her quota of newsletters.  On the way back down Hand Lane I thought I’d stop to take my blip as the light was highlighting some Autumn colour in the oak trees.  I hadn’t expected to see the gulls and they clearly hadn’t expected to see me as they took off as soon as I leant over the hedge!