Summer morning walk

Apart from an appointment with the BBC's coverage of the women's semi-finals matches at Wimbledon, I had nothing on my agenda for today. So this morning Tilly and I decided to walk to a nearby garden nursery, on the edge of the village, just over a couple of miles away. Our cross-country route was a bit of a challenge, as many of the tracks along the field margins have grown up to waist-height, but we managed!

The fields of barley are beginning to ripen. They are golden-green and have the most wonderful movement, with the ears growing this way and that. When the wind blows through, the whole field ripples like water.

The John Muir Way goes through a small copse, where I saw these little jewels.

On the way home we bumped into this little gang of Hebridean sheep. They were gathered around the base of a dovecot. They barely moved a muscle as we walked past, except to turn their heads, eyes riveted on Tilly!