A red squirrel ran along the top of a mossy wall, and vanished. Lambs gambolling in the pastures near High Stennerskeugh gave us lots of fun. Black faces and little white ears, black knee-pads over white stockings. Reversible stockings. The back view shows long, black stockings. So smart they are, and demure. Then they took off, running straight at me. Giving little leaps. Airborne. My heart leaps to see it, always. So soon the gambolling spirit leaves us. Where do all the frolics go?
My name is Jan Wiltshire. I am a writer and naturalist living in Cumbria and I take photographs.