One cold winters night I decided to have a small walk on a few fields around the village. This visit wasn't planned, so on the cuff I filled the flask with coffee, and wrapped like a mummy I leave the house. Only the one dog as the other was still in recovery mode.
Once I got to the first field a quick sweep with the lamp showed nothing of interest to me. As I got to one of many kissing gates, I send the dog over. He patiently waits with anticipation for his owner to follow.
Now I was standing in a warm patch, you know, you must of felt them, one minute it’s cold air, the next it’s war