Old low light

Another quiet day spent outside. Brammle escaped from the garden in spectacular style, taking himself off into the fields, whilst I drove around Eaglescairnie looking for him. His escape route is now well and truly sealed, although given time, he will probably find another way out. Sam returned from his volunteering a tired cross patch and went straight to bed. It made us laugh, which I'm sure was not appreciated. The girls and I ventured into the fields in the late evening to wander along the path that forms naturally between the corn and the long grasses. They got the giggles and I got cross. It didn't last long, it was too beautiful an evening.