Pondering

Mrs B on our walk around the village surrounds, anticlockwise this time (:-)), pondering perhaps the peace of the horse's situation (Extra).

And in the other Extra a flock of starlings faced the lowering sun (or the cool breeze), perhaps contemplating a bit of a murmur . . .

We heard that the family who viewed our house on Thursday would not make an offer, something to do with a son of 6ft 5in and a few rooms which weren't that sort of dimension :-)  Oh well . . .