It's difficult to get into the yard at Fritham without the donkeys sounding their fog horns. I am sure they think they sound wonderful. Here's Olly giving it his best.
It's a signal for all of the others to amble in while we distribute hay under cover of the barn.
Which fortunately they all share nicely.
I'm pleased with the effect the concrete has on Henrietta's hooves.
I was testing a new camera body today and happy to take a few more photos out and about.
An angel at the graveyard outside Fordingbridge...
...and another one wandering about outside the High Corner Inn.
