Sheeps; homage to Jack Spencer
Yes, the sun is still shining here while the rest of the UK seems to be disappearing under floods and deluges. The doors are open, the windows too. Pushkin is out enjoying himself somewhere and I'm going out for a stroll in the [relative] warmth. Too nice to spend time in the darkroom so you'll have to make do with this till the clouds come over and I feel I want to shut myself up in a dark-room again.