It's what blogging's for....

.......to keep a record of a sunny Sunday walk.

 Tree tunnels and friends..

 richly coloured moors

blue skies

feathery dozing trees

 silvery seedheads

 and a joyous little dog with a white triangle at the back.

Our boots were heavy with mud but our hearts were light.

 Monday's walk. Totally different .
Just me, with Hetty on her lead.
The gloating autonomous Jools sitting on the compost bin watching us set off.

 And what does Hetty spy in the next field?

 She needs to investigate further. I think her feet may be off the ground here.

 Oo er...

 And they're off.

But they are as nosey as she is and look at her from a safe distance.

 Creeping back gradually.

There's nothing quite like a sheepish stare.

Then back towards home...my house  (Or at least the roof) across the road is just in the centre...red brick with 3 chimneys. Our half is hidden behind the tree.

We leave the sheep to safely graze under the wide moorland sky.

Two glorious sunny days.

November

 Another falling leaf. 

This is interesting why?

Because the velvet in the centre used to be very dark and was in line for re dying. But first I bleached it and the result was these beautiful graduated shades of brown, green and cream. 

 I made a huge big leaf on Charleston themed felt. 

What shall I do with it?

  Its big for a brooch but may make a statement. I wish I made hats..its would look luscious on one.

Just leaf it as it is perhaps? (Sorry)

Its cold wet and grey outside so what do you do?

Well first you wriggle the hearth rug up and then lie on it and when your scary black and white friend comes to lie next to you..

 keep as still as you can...

for fear of  the scritchy scratchy...