We walked through a very wet, muddy tree plantation today and I thoroughly envied Berry's ability to rush around everywhere. LH and I were compelled to stick (quite literally at times!) to the narrow path (currently a small stream from yet more rain). The wall marks the original estate park boundary between parkland and farmland; its not that long ago that the afforestation was sheep pastureland.
Some desultory tidying and cleaning. I'd better up my game as Dad arrives very soon and then I believe I'll have to get out for a food shop if we are to celebrate Christmas proper.
Not today though.