Most of my regular readers will know that I live on a small lane.
The lane snakes out of the village to the south West and turns at a house and then two farms before moving away across the Valley floor.
In the second farm lives Gentleman Farmer Ralph and his gracefully polite wife Mrs L, and this morning they both stopped to pass over a Christmas Card and a couple of gifts.
I love the pragmatism of the farmer's gifts
Handed over the kitchen wall as so many gifts have been over the years,
Was a very large lamb chop
A Christmas Card
And a high viz jacket !
Since I started work at the hospice I take Mary for a walk around 6 am in the morning and at that time Ralph drives to the village shop for his paper!
" You never wear something light in the lane" he quipped " I am worried that one day I'm going to run over you!"
I'm still collating entries of the Christmas card competition by the way, I am enjoying them greatly . I will post a photo of the top 20 soon.....special thanks to Flis and to Liz in Corsica, I was very moved by your cards and gifts x