Local farmer

JJ was supposed to be taking No. 1 grandson for a golf lesson this morning, but he's got a bad cough and wasn't feeling well.  As it was too late to cancel the lesson JJ had it.

I went through the wood and across the playing field but didn't meet a soul.  I did spot the local farmer heading round the side of his creepy wood, presumably to feed the pheasants, so he can take pot shots at them before Christmas.

Our son is meeting his natural mother for the first time this lunchtime.  She and her husband have driven down from Newcastle, and I hope it all goes well.