Surreal

It's one of those days of haze
where sea meets sky invisibly:
no line, no horizon, so ghostly sails
of yachts float mid-air. Surreal.
Then, suddenly, a closer bird
flies by on the same line. Divine.

Had a lovely evening walk with our daughter and son-in-law (see Extra). She is our family St Francis when it comes to animals, so it was no surprise when a field full of bull calfs gallopped over to the gate to say 'hello'. We fed them grass (it was greener our side of the gate, of course!) and our daughter, Mrs B, had the joy of receiving a bovine lick.