Down the road, evening

The neighbours' border collie, his broken leg all mended and good as new, runs and jumps and barks at us as we pass.  We are happy to see each other.

Tredaniel plan d'eau, afternoon (Wednesday) .

The surface of the water is whipped into wavelets by the wind.  Two sand martins fly over, the first I've seen; they are often earlier than this, and more abundant.

Up the road, afternoon.

The grey hen pheasants scutter up the track like tiny dinosaurs, disappear into the green wheat then fly up.  I let Mol off to enjoy rummaging around after their scent.