A heavy day at Wildside, no one else walking, so a short one from home seemed ideal.
Stella’s two mile circuit in reverse. The rain had gone, the sun was out giving everywhere a fresher look. The tide was racing in to cover the mudbanks of the Tamar. All was quiet, only the sound of my footfall then a raven's call from the woods. A little later a magpie and then near the farm a buzzard calling from overhead.
We are lucky!
Mike