That’s a seriously wet field. The next field is a tad wetter.
Half Term Holiday Thursday found our little family, first at Castle Howard. Unfortunately again too many people milling around for Hawklad. Didn’t help that we were the only ones we could see who were prepared to use masks. An hour later we again found ourselves on those muddy fields surrounding the village. We had the landscape to ourselves once more. Hawklad could relax for a while.
When he is at home. When he is in his garden. When he is the surrounding village fields. When he finds a lonely forest. When he is walking up a remote hilltop. That’s when he can’t see another soul as he stands on the desolate moor. That’s when he can be himself.
There is a common theme here…….