Ham Stone

I met up with my friend Roger for our regular Monday walk on Ham Hill this morning; Polly the collie isn’t quite accustomed enough to car travel to join us yet.

The golden ham stone, from which the local stone takes its name (or possibly vice versa) was looking good in the morning light. There was still a covering of snow in places from last week’s fall.

This afternoon Tess & I walked over to visit our friends Tony & Rosie in Glastonbury. I seem to have drunk rather a lot of coffee today!