The mist that lingered.

It was a grey morning in Somerset.  Pluto and I, being intrepid adventurers, loaded my Smart Car with water and dog treats.

I have had the Smart car for two and a half years now.  Bought with the last of my savings as a cheap runabout to get to work and back.   Then I was made redundant. 

Things have changed since then.   I have kept the Smart for my eldest daughter for her to use when she has passed her test.   18 months and waiting.   She's been busy, she says.

There is a footpath two bridges upstream on The Drain from me.  At some time the village must have negotiated with the local farmer that were he to give up a narrow strip of land then they would build the footpath and he could enclose his land.    No more right of way over his property.   It seems to work very well.  Of course some would say that the right of way has been there for centuries and should be preserved.  Looking at the size of the Bull in his field even Pluto was grateful for the fence between us.

Pluto sat beside me as we admired the Bull.  He was a big boy.