Old Park Farm

Another lovely day for a walk.

We ended up behind the old farm, now just a transient home for kids and junkies and lovers. A load of broken pigsties.

Semi-frosted water covered all known paths.

The crows and magpies fought again.

The blackbirds and sparrows fled from the advance of my tiny black dog.

The swans and ducks ignored us on the mere.

We ignored the barge dogs.

We ignored a brown dog.

We walked 'To Heal' when asked.