Sunday, 28 August 2011
The age of romance is not dead.
Today is one of the farmer's walking days. The day used to seem endless with him away all day on a Sunday but lately another walker's wife and I meet up for coffee - and it has made such a difference. We (and our dogs) meet, drink coffee and chat for the morning - so thank you J for your company.
The farmer has just returned. No prizes for guessing where they have been today because he brought me a little present (see the photograph above). The heather is out on all the moorland hereabout so he picked me a sprig. It is the grouse-shooting season; he didn't see a grouse but he did find me a feather. Here they both are. I could not have been more delighted with them if it had been a bunch of red roses!