wandering

Weirdly, on tonight’s walk a man appeared with a ginormous rifle. I was vaguely fretful but he did a big cheery “don’t worry love! I’ve no plans to shoot you.” It’s difficult to know how to respond to that - I went with “right-o”. On reflection, I suspect he was trying to hunt the deer who have started hanging around up there but I’m glad to report I saw all three of them later.

Gratefuls:

1. Chicken dinner;
2. Sunshine;
3. A fun tv show.