Moving Window

A changeable day. Met a local farmer on the road today and he was asking if anyone had seen anything unusual or anyone and dog(s) as last night there had been some attacks on sheep locally. This kind of thing just never happens here. In twenty years of living here it is the first time I have heard of it locally. All the sheep are due or either lambing at the moment. I am lucky with Yan as she has never shown an inkling that she would chase sheep. Put her in a field that was full of lambs and sheep and one dog and she would seek out  the dog and make sure it was behaving itself. Anyway the weather is boring, the local fields are boring and the mud is boring so here I find myself in Saint Michael and all Angels again. I am watching the light through the moving branches of trees,through the coloured glass and projecting onto the sandstone window surround. It is like watching coloured flames play on the stones the wind blows around the branches and the sun plays through the trees.
Very relaxing.