That man’s got a biscuit

Nick, pictured had brought me some nice manure to put on the garden.  Heavy bags that I coaxed him into taking to the top of the hill. A coffee and a biscuit and a pester by the dog was his reward.  Apart from two monumental rain showers today was brightly sunny and the colours glowed.

In the evening I stood at the fence to the field, sipping a glass of wine and talking to Sarah P who is laid up from knee replacement surgery,  the land shone in the most glorious golden light and the swallows swooped low over the field.  A perfect moment.