The lonely larch

I've long suspected Mrs IttH is a lunch at desk person. But. Now she's working from home. Heehee.

So picnic made, real coffee in flask and out of our door. 30 minutes up hill to another favouritest place. Missy was a very good girl* and came straight back to heel when the sheep caught her attention.

Theres something magical about this Larch as it grows from betwixt the grikes, bent by the prevailing winds. One of the last where once a wild wood must have been. It seems comfortingly solid and safe, a good place to pause, and rest.  Or have a picnic.
We saw one other distant soul out on his mountain bike

*until she ran in to the flooded pond and dropped her favourite ball into its depths.