Out in the rain.

I was fed up of cycling in all that sunshine and at least the rain was warm.

 The thunder was a bit noisy though.

I know how the sun feels...

I know just how it feels. 

I didn't want to get up this 

morning either.

But it soon shook off its lethargy and began to play, making interesting shadows on the road.

I've found a new dunghill.

A touch of morning mist awaiting the sun to clear it.

Horses grazing in the fields.

And the sheep are now turned out onto the minnis. 

A minnis is an old Kentish word to describe an area of cleared grazing common land in the middle of a hill top wood.

 

And I've found a new dung hill on my circuit. 

That brings the total to six.