Some mornings Sophie looks like heaven only knows what. Today is one of those rare 'I look like a sheepdog' mornings. For those who don't know her she might almost pass as angelic. There again, how many angels would ferret for dead mice in the drainage ditches before breakfast ? Or, for that matter, after breakfast ?
No doubting that Bob is a sheepdog.
On the valley floor horizon to horizon sunflowers. Since we've been here the big farming conglomerates have been snapping up the property of family farms. Hedges ploughed, trees felled. The fields swelling ten fold in size. Not necessarily an uglier landscape. Just a less varied one.
At the supermarket thousands of small snails are climbing the fences. The metal cladding on the electricity substation particularly popular. Why do they do this ? Must be something to do with a storm on the way and they want to get away from any flooding.
And here's some quiet Sunday morning music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdgkCCn45_I