Wellies

There is so much I could tell you about in this picture. About the horses who used to graze in this field, the reason they were bought etc. (They are fine and in a good place but they won’t be back here again.) About the sand martins who have already departed to warmer climes who nest in the sandy bank on the other side of the river in the far distance, and the house martins resolutely flying south this morning. About Molly dogs eyes. About walking briskly (one-and-a-half steps per second) for over ten minutes during this walk which will please my doctor. But I can’t tell you about the wellies, only that a little person will miss their size twelves.