This morning I posted
Today we received more showers than sunshine and I spent more of the morning reading Church’s “The Voyage Home”.
The sun played cat and mouse with me this afternoon.
Every time it tempted me to go out with the camera it would play the hiding part of peepo!
I therefore nipped out between showers and tried my luck.
Eventually we drove out into the forest in the rain, which soon desisted.
Curious sheep at Portmore risked garrotting themselves to investigate us through their wire fence.
Suddenly they all took off to the corner. I knew where they would be heading and walked back along the narrow lane to their gate.
Sure enough the farmer, assisted by his silent sheepdog, had filled their trough.
He invited me to come into the field for a better photographic opportunity. I gratefully availed myself of his friendly generosity. He left the gate open for me to close when I left. Unfortunately I forgot to ask him the breed and could not confidently identify them later.
The lake at Pilley is now filled to the brim, with clear reflections lit by the fickle sun reflected in a muddy pool and casting shadows across this and the bank.
This evening we all dined on racks of pork ribs and tender runner beans on a bed of Jackie’s savoury rice with which she drank more of the Lieblich and I finished the Garnacha.