Last of the Light.

Well first of all thank you for all your messages on Saturday night in response to Fred's blip and rather amusing little poem. He was an absolute star throughout.

I am still alive although at times over the last few days I have questioned that. Having spent the early hours of Sunday in York Hospital I know that I didn't have a heart attack or stroke and I am also sane (compared to the inmates in the adjacent cubicles). 

Anyway here's a little shot from a late afternoon walk on Sunday looking over the fields near Cherry Burton. Walks normally make me feel better but on this occasion no such luck.