En Garde

Puffed my way up the hill this afternoon, keeping up the exercise regime. These brave sheep weren't for running ...

In the morning, we had a bit of lumberjacking. Many, many moons ago, TM decided on a career in forestry and embarked on a degree course. By the end of his first year, the department had expanded its options and he ended up as a hydrologist. But he's never quite lost his interest in trees, and today, after much thought and research and working out of all sorts of technical stuff that I didn't even try to understand, he set about chopping a large chunk of one of the weed willows that grow in the swamp at the bottom of the Badlands ( don't worry, tree-lovers, it will regenerate).  Shot of that in the extras, plus an accidental selfie of worried wife.)