Shaugh Bridge

It's probably not the best day to be celebrating a birthday, it being Trump day - the day that everyone's been dreading. 

Lady Marian brought me tea in bed (usually my job) and the bed was soon heaped in presents. That might be an exaggeration but one had come packed in quite a large box considering the size of the contents.

It's been a beautiful day, proper cold like January days used to be before the world had central heating put in. I popped down to Shaugh Prior because I had a fancy for some mossy boulders and I know that the River Plym that runs through the woods at Shaugh Bridge is a great place for them. My main blip is of the bridge itself and there's some more here.