In between the rain and windy gusts I managed to fit in a dry walk with the dogs. The chestnut wood is now full of cowslips, along with the chestnuts and prickly husks it looked quite beautiful. Never time to linger when two dogs are racing ahead.
I was glad to make it home before the next shower and those poor donkeys are still looking wet and sad in the fields, why do they not go in??
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