This farm is on the rise towards one end of Dodson Road. There are fat, rootling pigs, playful piglets, shorn sheep and today we saw a man and small boy (presumably father and son?) tending beehives. I liked the gently rusting buildings and silo against the blue hills topped by veils of cloud.
Herself has posted a different view of this on her Blipfoto journal
Tomorrow is a special day. It should have been many times more special but the pandemic came and spoiled it. We will try to make the most of it – sparkles are required.