Monday Morning in Uffington.

I was woken on Monday morning, very very early by a lot of horsey noise.
I thought I should have a look to see what was going on, just in case.

I drew the curtains and saw this. My friend's house is in the village of Uffington. You get a clear view of the church from the lovely room I stay in. And of you go to the side lawn there is the white horse of Uffington o the the hill.

The horse is the field was fine. She was checked on. Everyone went back to sleep then, until a painter who had left her camera dropped by at 8.20. That was a shake up. I thought she was on the radio when I heard her distinctive voice, not the room next door.
Quite a busy Monday dawn really.