Things have been a little manic lately with work deadlines so I've fallen behind with uploading photos. One reason was that Will was home sick from school for several days with a virus. The day he was starting to getting better I insisted he come out to walk the dogs with me for some fresh air - he'd been on the sofa for days on end. We got a little more fresh air than we bargained for; we walked on the ridge at Eversden and the wind was so strong we could barely keep on our feet. Unusually it was a warm wind. It was exhillerating to be blown down the hill. The strange flying object at the top is Will's coat- he took it off and used it as a kind of stringless kite.
Hurrah - you're back! Does that mean they're written? Glad Will is better - you'll have to tell me how to get onto the ridge - all I could see was a tempting hill and a LOT of 'No entry' signs
