Apologies to those of you who commented earlier. The curse of Google has unexpectedly wiped out this mornings post. Here it is again, or as much of it as I can remember.
Our morning walks starting later. Darkness crowding in at either end of the day. On the road down to the valley three shapes visible in the half light. Calves who have got out of their enclosure and are feasting on the rich grass along the roadside verge. Bob wants to stay and talk. Sophie pulls us on.
A half croissant for the noisy siblings. They exude happiness. A bowl of water completes their delight. In the local paper an article about Scottish independence. The tone somewhere between glee ( serves the English right ) and disbelief ( couldn't happen here ). On the next page a story about tractomaniaques who venture out sightseeing on old tractors. 50 vintage vehicles set off in convoy on Sunday morning . Angus is glad he wasn't behind them.
Here's some Beethoven . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dpxbp7WPVfQ