The Oak Tree

There is an oak tree just past our house where the road peters out into a track and then into a field. At 6.00 pm on most evenings I go to this now, very familiar tree, sit under its ample branches, watch the slowly changing landscape and feel the weather.

The evening sun was still very strong and the dry east wind quite strong on my face. I sit peacefully watching the big birds of prey quietly circling and Tess (our dog) digging furiously for moles. A favourite pastime of hers, and fortunately moles are faster and more effective burrowers than she is !!