Bucolic humour

On yet another wet day, when the best thing that had happened had been the brief sighting of a red squirrel - dark with rain, slipping between the tall trees in Benmore Gardens before vanishing under a rhododendron bush - this made me laugh. Laugh enough, in fact, to get Mr PB to stop the car along the road so that I could walk back - in the rain - to take a photo.

Further along, in a field on the far side of the road, there was another smiling hay-bale, but it didn't have sunglasses on. This one was clearly more optimistic.