Appeal for Witnesses

I tried a new walk route today - following a public footpath I'd seen recently. It took me round the edge of an open field planted with small brassicas. There was a slightly 'cabbagy' smell in the air as the sun shone.

This appeal for witnesses sign was buried in the grass at the edge of the path. Hope I haven't added a crime hotspot to my list of lunchtime walks. On the plus side, it looks as if whatever did happen, happened a while ago!

Pilates tonight has left me tired but stretched. Tomorrow is the 10th anniversary for one of my book groups. We are promised a meal out in a book-filled dining room in a local restaurant. Should be fun.