light, the dog walk and fresh air

We saw piles of straw bales stacked up in a field. The sky was dark and imminently shower-y looking but a tiny beam of sun peeping through lit up the warm yellow towers.

We went on a dog walk and it was lovely. To see the dogs run and wag their tails, and the children running after them until their cheeks were pink and they were breathless. Perfect.

All the way home in the car the children were quiet. Sated, spent and worn out from their morning of tearing around a field with their pets.