When my Mom came to visit in May, we spent a weekend in Wiltshire with Dad's cousins.
This is the village church in Bishop's Canning. Our walk through the village began here.
These I believe are French cows. Meuh, rather than moo.
The donkey looks friendly enough but just out of the shot is a sign warning that he bites. So no feeding.
This is a lovely leafy path that ran behind the big estate. Really nice. There was a man training dogs, so we passed by a few pups who were attempting to master the 'stay' command with varying degrees of success.
My mom, interrupted.
This is the village church in Bishop's Canning. Our walk through the village began here.
These I believe are French cows. Meuh, rather than moo.
The donkey looks friendly enough but just out of the shot is a sign warning that he bites. So no feeding.
This is a lovely leafy path that ran behind the big estate. Really nice. There was a man training dogs, so we passed by a few pups who were attempting to master the 'stay' command with varying degrees of success.
My mom, interrupted.
No comments:
Post a Comment