Pony and Trap

Or Mum and trap!  We had strolled through the village and stopped to chat with some neighbours when this lady jogged past with giggling children on the trap.  The pony was really very small and the whole effect was joyful.  It's soft and blurred as I had little time to get my iPhone ready.

Further on, this chap was lopping branches that might rub against his telephone line.  We worried that he might cut the line by mistake . . .

It felt good to be back in England, cool, dark and damp it might be, but it's home.