Fluff above, fluff below, all is fluff...

We're off to see Charlie and Rory soon so the day has been all about packing and preparing, procrastinating, printing and panicking (ok, not so much of the latter). Plants too, as the greenhouse got a pressure wash clean. Lots of P. 

Pondering... that's another one.

Then the regular village perambulation, at the top of which we came across this field of sheep, all bundles of smelly fluff in their winter coats. It might have ben a simple sheep shot if it hadn't been for the distance and the iPhone, or that the sky was itself a wonderful glowing pile of cotton wool fluff!

It s a funny old sky really, because down in the village you can't see the hill we're on for the mist. Almost a P souper... ;-)