I uploaded some photos from my old camera the other day—I'd replaced it shortly before I left on vacation, and I discovered a set of photos from my last hike of the year, around Bourne End.
We came upon some horses, and Daughter Number One stop sneezing long enough to pat them. (Her allergies almost killed her on that walk, I remember. She sneezed and blew the whole time.)
Horses are always excited to see us when we walk down a footpath, this one right next to their field. They rush over to see what sort of humans we are—the sort with apples and carrots, or the kind that only offer a hand and a nose rub.
In another field, we saw these poppies, just growing wild:
We ran over to check them out, but started getting very sleepy...
