At the end ofthe year

With the disappearance of the snow, today's walk was much less effort and hugely enjoyable. Pavements had dried, the roads were quiet and the sky was blue. Sun's rays flittered down between the branches, casting shadows which flickered on and off like a faulty Christmas tree light.
Having taken quite a lot of photos I turned the corner near the farm where the sheep were jostling for position around the trough. This, I decided, would be the blip.