Rural

Busy day in a busy week.

The morning dog walk was to be the best blipping opportunity. The sky was featureless grey with rain threatening. The wind was blowing hard and nothing was staying still long enough for a decent shot. Livestock had moved to far corners of the field.

But the trees in the middle of the village were delightful in all their different shapes and colours. It's not a bad place after all.

A day to be reminded of the ordinary.