Our walk today took us through many fields and lanes until we came to 10 windmills.
The sound from them turning was soothing, like a gentle wind.
They are so high that I couldn't take a picture until I had walked backwards for quite a distance.
I felt very small below them.
The rock nearby was covered in moss and a yellow rock plant.
The colours were so vibrant and fresh just like nature's own crazy quilt.
Even Frankie has her own patchwork coat
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