Eleven miles turned into twelve, as is so often the case! It was already warm when I started out at 6:15 and in the high nineties when I arrived before noon.
Not a lot of news in that town:
Car in front of barn:
Closed window:
Sheep:
Sheep after the sheepherder gets them going where he wants them to go:
Huh? A refuge for lost souls? Mais non! Perdiz means partridge! My new word of the day!
Grandma Goes Coastal 