LOCKED OUT

This is Mundy sulking.
He is sulking because this lovely field is barred to walkers.
It is supposed to be a school playing field, I think. But I have never seen any children sporting themselves on it. Ever.
But it was lovely to be out in the open air for a second day. And the sun
made a real effort, but was beaten back by persistent clouds.
So we returned home to browse the Sunday papers, consider the horrors of Haiti and ponder the nature of reality.
And open a bottle of South African red.