Moreton Corbett

Something strange is happening. I'm starting to feel a little Christmassy. I'm usually pretty miserable for the festive holiday but maybe the happy hormones are kicking in this year. I even bought a tree. A real one. Never happened before.

Anyways the picture is Moreton Corbett. I didn't even know it existed. i pulled into a lay-by to take a phone call and spotted this the other side of the hedge!
I once met Mr? (he's probably squire or colonel or something) Moreton Corbett at a conference I spoke at about Churches and rural youth work. Filled with youngish youth workers trying to look trendy, vicars in corduroy and middle age ladies in cardies with Mr MC in a waistcoat and cravat.
I remember sitting down for lunch and he came and sat by me. I pulled out my tuna-bought from the co-op-sarnies (cheap Church conferences never supply lunch!), he pulled out a bottle of red wine, a baguette and some Stilton. Toff to a tee but a lovely one who was keen to involve the youth of his village. Top-hat off to the fella.

Anyhows it was getting pretty dark so you may be able to tell the bad PS gradient effect trying to pretend its light but covering up the noisy fuzz.