I’m back in my very favorite place in the world–my grandfather’s farm in the Peak District of England, which now belongs to my uncle Frank.
Tonight I went for a walk up the lane, and here’s what I saw:
Two views of poppies in a field of corn (wheat).
The top barn.
A field of my uncle Frank’s bulls.
A curious bull that wanted to make my acquaintance.
The rocks at the top of the land near the moor.
The view across the valley.
Meadow grass in Bauston field.
The lane to the wood.
An old stone wall in the wood.
The outcropping of Bauston Rock.
The sun setting at 10:20 at night.