Mind the nettles

We strolled around a little village called Compton today. Saw feisty horsies, stunt planes flying overhead (they stalled & fell for at least 5 min), loads of blackberries (for which my fella reminds me to "mind the nettles"), bulls, and wrapped up at a nice hoighty toighty pub. We're curled up on the couch tonight watching Bruno Kirby in The Freshman...and anxiously awaiting Downton Abbey (well, at least I am).