Novelty

Back on my local patch, and the relative novelty of one of the pastures having been tilled so that for the moment I have a brown field in the landscape, not just green ones.

We traveled back from the wedding via a long lift to Newton-le-Willows railway station courtesy of Sister #2 and the rest of the way by train. We were all a bit worn out from a long day, the journey, the social intensity of a wedding and two nights of hotel sleeping, but I popped out for some air after the kids had returned to their Mum’s. And found a brown field.