Another fine Autumnal day.
Warmed up later, as the breezes dropped. 26 max.
That seems to be the pattern for a while
The passing Goatherd is worried about the lack of rain..
As his flock gleefully nibbled the only green grass for miles..
On the slope below our cess pit.
If he offers us a kid for Xmas, we'll think twice.
His Mother makes a tasty goat's milk cheese, though.