It's been a bit grey and overcast here recently, so when we finally had a day of sun, I cycled over to the nearest village to post a couple of orders. The landscape was winter bare, and spring is still some way off, despite the clear skies and warmth.
The village has just two shops - the tiny butchers, with its original beams still visible...
..and the Post Office, which is no more than a doll's house. Marjorie had a rest outside, while I did my errand. We are both out of shape and her tyres need pumping.
And then the return journey home, through the funny twisting lane out of the village.
Stopping to take a scenic shot as I pushed Marjorie up the big hill.
I dropped in to the farmer next door, to give them a small present or two for cutting the hedge recently and visited the new calves in an old shed.
They are cautious.
But still curious enough to wander up close, to see what's happening.
