One hundred and sixty eight.

Boy is away, the remainder of us went to Gressenhall again, and met up with a load of her school friends. A nice day out.

A couple of nice pictures - a flower, a memorial stone, girl leaning over a barrier to reach a lamb - but none really stood out.

Home for tea, then I walked Lil. Colourful sky, and I liked the droplets and contrast in this pig farm. Done nothing to this other than resize and slight sharpen.

Got home in time for girl to blow me a package of 168 kisses. 168 is her lucky number apparently.