Farm gates

The sun came out after lunch to cast these strong shadows. Off camera, causing some concern for Bill and Bronte here, is a grumpy but harmless enough Alsaitian dog. We had a walk over to Puttenham from Shackleford. I needed to work this aft but came down with a bug, so it's an early night for me. The advantages of the three-day fast have worn off long ago, but I can't face another.

And the thumbnail crop arrives like the Seventh Cavalry. Was it something I said? Probably not, but thank you blip central all the same. Keep it up.