Winster Valley

Saturday morning amble around the footpaths of the Winster Valley.  Most of the rocks beneath this fine oak are, in fact, sheep. We also met friendly cows.  You can tell I've got used to living in the country.  There was a time I'd not enter a field with frisky young cows. We used the arms out wide and shoo method although the one in extras followed me across the field, licking my back!