This was the scene from my lunchtime dog walk #today

Just up the lane to the 'village' and back, if you can call it that... the phone and post boxes *are* the centre - or 'beating heart of the village' as I call it, because the phone box houses a defibrillator.

A shower got me wet, but not Mrs S, because if you look closely, you can see she ran off and hid in the phone box, leaving me standing under a tree taking a picture of the scene.

Also, the post box has been remembrance yarnbombed.