Sunday Lunch at the Windmill in Linton. Sausage, chips and a rocket salad, washed down by half a John Smiths, Ladies and Gentlemen, it doesn't get any better than that.
This scene reminds me of a painting by Constable, but instead of a classic painting it was just a field on a post lunch walk with my bro through Hettchel Woods.
Here we are playing silly buggers with the self-timer.
Caught in the act of jumping for joy.
Good grief it's pretty here.
Later in the afternoon I ran into this octopus tree and I want it to be friends with the rainbow eucalyptus.
Test driving the senior transport!