Walking, and the clouds have rolled back to leave the day bright. I head off to the apple tree with camera and dogs. Here the golden grass crosshatches the land.
We come to the field of tussocked grass, where the Icelandic horses are. Beautiful, gentle creatures.
And here, is yesterday evening, on a postcard. I need to send the card to someone so leave a comment on this post and tomorrow I will pick someone to send it to.