Barn

I remember when all this was fields.

The barn remains from a time when this was farmland and the houses were clay in the ground.

A lovely autumn day.

Tess' boundless energy takes her out of sight in a few seconds into dirty holes full of water.

The leaves are falling but the birds still sing.

The crow pronounces from on high.

The magpie protests!

The sparrows chatter in the hedge.

On the flooded quarry the swans keep their counsel with quiet dignity as the gulls and coots squabble.

The ducks quack amongst themselves.