After a lot of heavy rain earlier in the month, the past week or so has been warmer and sunnier (it won’t last). This has helped to dry out the previously sodden ground, but nonetheless there is still ample evidence in the surrounding fields of the passage of farm tractors through the mud.
Sheep markets are held regularly in our local village. They take place on the Rue du Marché Ovin (it means…er, ‘Sheep Market Road’). When I was recently mooching around the metal pens I had obviously just missed one.
In the circumstances, you can’t really blame the sheep for being nervous, I suppose.
I was playing around in Lightroom with an otherwise ho-hum photograph of a clump of trees in the Beecraigs Country Park in central Scotland and came up with this slightly unsettling image that reminded me a little of the 2002 horror film ‘The Ring’.
This is one of the many fine, typically Scottish stone buildings that form the estate of St Leonard’s School in St Andrews, my daughter’s eye-wateringly reassuringly expensive boarding school all those years ago.