The sky put on a very VERY good show for this morning's perambulation.
The boys were most impressed.
Jon built an awesome pod for us in the garden. Sparks by Tom. Network by me. Views by God. It's the work from garden plan for the winter. Brrrrrrrr.
I borrowed Doug's Austrian scythe for an overdue cut of the wild flower meadow.
I learnt there's a reason people get "farm fit". Yogi & Ewok learnt to get "jump clear of an out of control swinging razor-sharp blade fit".
Welcome Mabli. Welsh for loveable. Well named Mabli, well named.
Another Sunday, another stadium view. This time the main pitch at Wallingford Town in the social-distance enforced stands. Football in the sun with decent coffee . Pitch perfect.
 Home brewed, of course.
Early morning stroll to catch the sun rising for the lonely tree.
Autumn is on the way. It's dark in the morning again. Clear, cold nights and mist in the morning. Heading down the field the path disappeared to nowhere. But along the bank it cleared… until the next patch rolled along.