I needed to be out and about this morning and it really was the first perfect Autumnal morning. Low mist, cool and crisp. Stunning to watch the hares break from their forms in the last of the long hay meadows as the sun turned the mist pink. To cap it off a herd of curlews flew over calling just as I left the fields into the lane.
Sometimes its just good to be alive
Sometimes its just good to be alive