St Martins, Staying Put.

It doesn't get much more rural than this.

Provided you have nowhere to go and all day to get there, the fog can be a real treat.

The silence - broken only by the bleating of the sheep in the field opposite - is almost comforting.

Every scene takes on a different personality.

The water point has had one boat stop there in the past two days.
I must stop counting boats.

Today was a little bit of a shock as I went outside for the first time, it was cold, very very cold.
There is only one thing to do when that happens, straight back inside for........"Hot Rum Toddies"  and a blazing fire,   Bliss!


Sshoooooooo.............



Until next time.....................






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