A sunny day at long last.
Time for Benno and me to go for a ramble, brolly at the ready, just in case.
It's buttercup and grass seed time in the paddock; we'll have to get the mowers out.
The four-legged ones.
Through the town and into the fields where the spring lambs
have turned into sheep and lost all their allure.
Back to the meadow and the hogweed growing along the edge.
Once again back to the High Street, where the Art Show
is held at the Old Surgery.
Art is not as poorly as you might expect from the sign;
in fact, it is flourishing; no doctors needed.