A Peebley Idyll

A lunchtime stroll with the Bronica and some Infrared film today, a quick HDR of the idyllic office surroundings and quiet contemplation whilst the lambs frolicked and then rather spoilt it by sucking teats right in front of me.

Evening blipmeet in Spoon (which turns out to the cafe where that bird wrote her stupid wizard stories that ensured her and her offspring would be rolled in gold till the end of time) was a very social affair, at least at my end of the table where there was very little camera chat and many a tale of army days from postie and CanCarrier, and some radical tales from Stewart.