Last night was "dog walking night", a weekly event when a group of friends join Tia and I for a stroll down to the village. Tia can be a bit headstrong, and no matter how much we try to continue our walk through the village she always turns sharp left up the steps to the Heathcote Arms, where she gets fed gravy bones by the landlady, and peanuts by one of my friends. We pass the church as we enter the village, and are greeted by a peal of bells, since Tuesday night is bell-ringing practice. All was quiet last night as the church is temporarily closed for some refurbishment, but at least the sunset on the church tower made up for the silence. No camera (I would only have left it in the pub!) and so a phone-shot.
