too hot to stand

Cash, dreaming of lying in a field of buttercups. He sometimes gets up and does riding for the disabled.

ash springs to life

Ash is a particularly badly behaved horse who is in the field next door to us. Spring juices are running in his veins and he has spent most of the day chasing rooks and rabbits in his field. And he doesn't like having his photograph taken or anything/person in his space (defined as the whole field and all surrounding fields).

we are not the only ones

who think Spring has arrived

on the moor

it has been a lovely warm clear blue-skyed day today and there is no where better to enjoy the day than up on the moors. The standing stones are the Hurlers.

hope springs eternal

the new kid on the block, with friendly human and mum. Filly is about two weeks old. She was an unexpected arrival in autumn, everyone thought mum was just getting a bit fat.

daguerrotypes

rather pleasing effect from PaintShop pro, making this fearsome pony look much more benign. He chased us out of his patch!

Trojan

horse

these striking sculptures were exhibited at the Eden Project when it first opened. It is the antithesis of wooden.

buttercups, two horses, two dogs

the boss loves this photograph, down by the river Lynher today. As usual I am in front of Harriet. Green it may be but what a lovely blue.

This a link to some photographs around Golberdon by Linda Mudle Small who used to be the parish clerk of my parish. http://www.lynherparishes.co.uk/Southill/Photos/Photo-Gallery.htm

Does she know it's my birthday soon?

aliens

and if it wasn't cowering behind this stock (ie dog) proof fence I' d have had it for breakfast

nostrils

And you wouldn't be afraid of this enormous schnozzle trying to bite you on the bottom?

twilight

The whole world holds its breath before Spring rushes in.

Sentimental perhaps but this is the picture of a summer coming.

Later I had a close encounter.

nightmares

talking of nightmares, here are two we met earlier this year, plus lesser spotted heath orchid, wild camera and book on flowers, all in a field of Cornish bladderseed (eaten in this case by the villains in the picture)

good night all