frost on our front lawn this morning~my it was chilly
the chickens at the farm shop enjoing the sunshine
our village is down in a bowl set into the land surrounded by woodland, i am sure this is why we seem to ave our own little ecosystem. we drive up and out onto the open moorland
driving into the village over the railway~we have a 'heritage line' running from here to lymington with last remaining slam-door rolling stock
one of the 'main' roads into the village coming in from the west~my mum and sister live just up round the corner...