Marshes

I love this string of houses, we can see them from our place as they catch the best light. We're snaking under them here on our walk, on saturated land.
I dropped the dog's harness as I was taking this. A man coming along behind us waved it in the air
"Is this yours?"
I couldn't resist saying "No, it's the dog's". Whether he appreciated that or not, I've no idea; his face remained inscrutable.