Every morning on the way to work Graeme and I drive past these:
We believed it to be the entrance to a private estate, but always saw a variety of cars parked in the lot in front of the gates. This led us to wondering whether, in fact, we were wrong, so two weeks ago, Graeme and I parked our car amongst the others, walked through the gates, and were not struck down by lightening. So we ventured a little further, and then a little further than that. And we found this:
Which led us past neatly ploughed fields to:
To the right of which was:
After I had conquered my house envy by telling myself how much cleaning I would need to do to keep something like that tidy (but secretly vowing to begin playing the lottery), Graeme and I continued walking along the road, past a golf course (members from a specific cachement area only, and only if two other members have invited you to join), enjoying the Autumn colours,
acting silly,
And generally enjoying the fine day and the fine walk, where we saw labrador retrievers in training, a skidder doing skidder-type things, horses, ducks, swans and even a heron. None of which you can see in this next picture.
