Unpeeling

and not looking at its best, possibly a Rowan? A day of showers and sunshine, hailstones hit us when walking back this afternoon.

Along the way we met the ladies of the parish, at first tentatively moving before rushing past, several skipping as they hurtled by. The farmer was behind them in the pickup, he had just rounded up the flock from along the road, they had found a place to their liking, he had to persuade them to go back home.