Tuesday 7 November 2017

Nous sommes le mardi sept novembre

The donkeys buckets of water were frozen and there was frost on the grass.
How quickly the weather changes.
This morning the sky is blue and I am sure if you are wrapped up warmly it will be lovely outside ... later. At seven out in the fields it was cold even with coat, gloves and hat pulled down over my ears, Malc said I looked like Beatrix Potter. Could be worse I suppose, could have been Mrs Tiggywinkle.
taglines82@gmail.com