Musings from The Malt House

The year rolls relentlessly on and the days start to shorten noticeably. In the trees and hedgerows, seeds and berries swell and ripen in the sun. Nature stirs under its misty duvet; comfortable yet eager to face the challenges of this new day. The cattle ponder the vagueries of the world around, noisily chewing the cud, their breath made visible by the chill morning air. All brown eyes and eyelash, their calves gaze at the world around them, wonderment in every reflected scene. Sheep, newly shorn, self-consciously graze the fields, while their now grown-up lambs gather to plot escape, mischief and mayhem!