Off to see the village of Winnick as we often do. Its a good place to visit as the church sells books and jam.
Guess who forgot the money?
So by-passing the church, past the divine Bridge Cottage and down past a very interesting property that has Llamas
(or Alpacas), Debby do you know the difference?
Then back towards WaL in a big sweep.
But first, after waiting and waiting and waiting last evening, the hares appeared.... such big cuties. We thought there were about five scampering about.
|Winnick Manor or Grange or other|
|The devine Bridge Cottage after a recent wash and brush up.|
|Windmills behind the village, we counted six|
|I call these the Footballers Wives gates. I loathe these ones.|
|There were three, this was the only one smiling.|
|Pretty sure this is Honesty|
|and this is a blue one.|
|Fast ride back to WaL|
So we set off at about Elevenses Time, we wanted to water up and grumbled loudly at a boat not filling and of course moored on the water point... He finally came out and suffered a withering glare.
|NB Enterprise. I can't find anything about her......|
|This crept over and then it snowed again.|
|This was taken without and filters or jiggery pokery. Minutes later the entire sky was grey and snowing again.|
Supper was broccoli and stilton soup and an orange.