Run rabbit

A pleasant train trip up to Leeds from London and then on to another smaller train up to the tiny station  at Garsdale in Cumbria.  I was met by my friend and we drove over into her Dale to their lovely old farm house.  Both she and her husband live in what strikes me as splendid isolation (forget the milk or peas at your peril here).  For all this sounds of life abound - lambs calling out, birds (pheasant, curlew), the odd sheepdog bark.
The place seems over run with rabbits at the moment;  mixamitosis is endemic and is horrible to see.

No rain but slightly on the chilly side - thermals are in use.