Fringe

I've been wanting to get a decent photo of this chap for a while. I see him sometimes in a field next to the stretch of road between Old Town and Kitridding but usually he's too far away or it's raining. Today, though, it was dry, if not actually sunny, and he was only twenty or so yards away. I used to have a fringe just like his.

After that wildlife encounter, I had the rest of the day in the office and in the evening the Minx and I went into Chorley to meet Dom at the Ale Station for a bottle of wine and a natter, which was a lovely little midweek treat.

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-10.1 kgs
Reading: 'Plan For Chaos' by John Wyndham.