False Promise

As I turned south by number thirteen disused glasshouse this morning the sky behind the row of oaks in the horse sanctuary looked as though the sun might break through. Sadly it didn't, it has been another grey day.

Ollie dog and I had a lovely walk at Lodge Farm. We had a short chat with the farmer and as we passed the farmhouse his daughter came across to greet us. She said her wedding and events business is picking up nicely. As we were chatting a small herd of deer came galloping towards us until they suddenly realised the error of their ways.