Doesn’t time fly when you’re not getting out and about enough.
I have excuses for last weekend. Vigorous gardening kept me out of doors and moving about but not walking fifteen minutes in any one direction and not taking any pictures.
Today I was down by the Cher again. It has burst its banks since I was last here. I started from a different point this time and found fewer dog turds which was nice.
The water was flowing very fast and was laden with logs and debris. Seagulls were picking about in the fields and a big egret looked at me disapprovingly before flying away from the crown of a tree. A depressed donkey brayed at me as I took the picture of a flooded drainage ditch. It was sunny for about three minutes today, hurray!
The donkeys eat only dry bread not rubbish – goes without saying, I would have thought…