A busy place

John was heading off and I grabbed a lift for a couple miles over the hill road and walked back. A mild morning, the blanket of cloud keeping the sun and cold air away. The cloud patterns looked beautiful but I couldn't capture the corrugated look over in the west.

The sounds of machinery at work carried from below with the refuse bin lorry noises coming from the village and tree felling machinery from the forest near by. When I walked past the forest track a large yellow machine was at work in the distance and nearer me a green tractor clearing the brash and debris. Tiding up.