Mount Herbert and Wool Shed

I managed to get home at a reasonable hour tonight, so after an early tea Jack and I headed out on a walk down the valley to see what we could see.

Both he and Zoey were nervous dogs last night thanks to an incredible display of lightning. Of course nervous dogs means little sleep for their owners, so both Mrs H and myself have been pretty tired for much of the day.

The walk blew some cobwebs away though, and on the way I was able to capture an old favourite local subject once more; the neighbouring shearing shed and its yards under the shadow of Mount Herbert.