I woke in a sweat thinking I'd forgotten to turn off the electric blanket when I got into bed like I usually do. But no, it was off, it was just an unusually warm winter morning. And it turned into a magical day with a light breeze and soft light. Perfect for a walk - with stops to greet the animals.
And that was when my hat blew off. At first he thought there might be some food in it.
He seems to be thinking about what to do with it next. In the end he dropped it, the wind caught it and the last I saw of it it was scurrying across the long grass towards the creek.
Ah well, it was still a lovely day. Not having to worry about the hat flying away I could lift my head more easily to admire the silvery white toetoe against the silvery grey poplars and that lovely blue sky with just a little puff of a cloud.