The other day the Lilster was happily padding along through rainwater:
It reminded me of the famous Cartier-Bresson picture which is supposed to have brought respectability to photography in the art world. If he'd used a faster shutter speed the bloke would have been in focus.
We walked on to the farm pond which is looking quite nice at this time of year, although what you don't see is the ramshackle farm sheds alongside with the whiff of farmyard materials filling one's nostrils.
We walked on to Wibbly Church where the surrounding graveyard is being tended by a small herd of black furry sheep. Oz was keen to join them, being a small black furry sheep himself, but was restrained. He did charge through this graveyard last week but as luck would have it he had a 12lb rabbit in his mouth so the sheep weren't bothered at all. It's nature red in tooth and claw round here, although Oz gets very nervous near Butchers' Shops for some reason. Perhaps he's worried whether the apostrophe is in the right place.