Rising from the Grasses

Bathed in beautiful orange light this late afternoon the rolling hills of Hawling were the perfect place to be, especially if you were a short-eared owl on the hunt.

Standing the other side of a dry stone wall in the crisp air with the sun on my back couldn't have been nicer. Not chosen at random today as I had my MRI scan later and wanted to go to some magical place in my head while the machine was on - and it worked. Eyes tight shut :)