A freshly ploughed field is a beautiful thing. A bitch to walk across, if you have to go that way, but fortunately on this day the path ran up the field the other side of the hedge so I could stroll along, admiring the turned earth and the way the sun glistened across the ridges and furrows. Then, if I turned to my left, I could admire the grassland.


I tried to take a pic of Sparky and Willis playfighting on the turf, but they kept running out of shot. Here they are silhoutted on another edge of the wood.