Overnight, the wind rose and by early morning the clouds were scudding across the sky.
Standing at the edge of the sheep field it all felt rather apocalyptic! Leaves blew in all directions, pattering down out of the trees before forming great matted swathes of colour that carpeted every inch of ground under the trees.
Over the course of my two-hour morning feed rounds, the wind gradually abated and the sun came out. Everything that had been soggy, damp and limp during the fog of the past week was suddenly crisp and vivid.
And the feeling of that sun on my back – not possible to photograph, but man, did that feel good!