A nomadic herd of furry beasts?

Or at least that's what I imagined while staring at the moss clumps. My mind seems to be extra prone to flippancy and whimsy on Friday afternoons. I was doing some post run stretches. Was a bit uninspired so just did some fast laps of Hunters Bog.

Came home to a house full of excited children. Two other families came round for a Burns supper. Had a great evening but later than I'd expected. Hence the back blip.