Weathered . . .

This old fence post is up on the hill, at the top of the cliffs, and catches all the worst of the weather.  I love the way wood decays . . . 

This morning I could quite happily have gone back to bed, no motivation at all to do anything, but instead Ollie and I took ourselves up onto the hill and got some (very) fresh air into our lungs!  Things are always better when you have had a good walk!