The working Devon farmhouse

I was woken relatively early this morning by a WhatsApp message pinging on my phone. It was youngest son who wanted to discuss something he had read in the papers. This somehow ended up with me helping him to amend his CV. All done by 7.30 am.
We went for our usual walk today, but deviated slightly, and came across this working farm. I managed to get a few good pics, and it was difficult to know which one to choose. Not often I have been in that situation recently.