Forlorn

We went to another Christmas fair (the last one, I hope), this time at the Symondsbury Estate, near Bridport.  It was a chilly morning, with wind blowing the cold at us as we walked down from the field where we had to park the car, above the Estate.  Two attractive donkeys were frolicking in a small field, but when we returned to the car one was sheltering (I supposed) in the stable, looking a little forlorn.