Oh so you’re back, are you?

Back from Plymouth via the village where my mum lived, near Brixham, to see her neighbour, who was a good friend to her, and still is to me. A lovely walk up behind the village, there is a new smallholding where Gloucester old spots live in the woodland.  Happy pigs.  Couldn’t get a worthy blip of them sadly.  So here is the next best thing - trying not to be pleased to see me:)