Going home

I have a very soft spots for silhouettes, they're like storybook illustrations, or, as my daughter said, like paper-cuts.  This old chap was walking slowly across the Farm, on his way home, but I think he was going to have a longer walk than me.  Rather meanly, I was fine with that - it was freezing and my fingers were going white on the shutter..

Still, it was a good Sunday - a late morning followed by a perfect chatty lunch with my sis, then a few blips and back into the warmth.

Wishing you a good evening and a dynamic blipping week  xx