Grimsbury

Oh god the heat!

Having spent weeks languishing in the tepid, often chilly climes of this soggy isle, full exposure to the incandescent majesty of that roasting heavenly orb known as SUN had me running for cover. Not a good day to be wearing jeans, or any clothes at all for that matter. I am so rubbish in hot weather.

I found shade here, in the stable. The smell of hot hay and farm doings thick in the air.

Looks like the cooler for some kind of livestock.