Sheep safely grazing...

... In a chilly field.

A backblip from yesterday.
We had, in a somewhat foolhardy way perhaps, 'popped' out (?) on a route which took us over the peaks, to a birthday celebration.
Temperatures of minus four degrees up there, and fog... So we didn't loiter long with the birthday boy. (He was seriously underwhelmed at his gift from us anyway!
You win some...
Such are the whims of an eleven year old. It turned out I was way more excited than he was at the thought of a cajon drum!
He's a talented musician, so perhaps he'll return to it later, when the disappointment that it isn't  computer game has diminished a little!
Bless his cottons).

Glad to be home.
And pleased that I'd had the (unusual!) foresight to leave a casserole on a slow cook for our return.