Drowned world

A day spent with the family.

We ranged across the gentle hilly sward of Bowood House dodging huge goose turds as we went. The girls gathered up fistfuls of fat-quilled, manky-looking feathers for deposit in the car boot along with all kinds of other rotting junk.

Eldest daughter found a beautifully delicate birds nest hidden amongst the dry leaves, woven from verdigris lichen. A miniature world, filled with tiny, downy feathers.

Youngest daughter disputed everything at hearing that geese hatch goblins.