Such is the nature of the fields around the estuary that what , from a distance , looks like a field of sheep is sometimes a large flock of grazing swans .
I love to look at the white origami of the shapes in the distance and as we draw near take further clues .
It can be a puzzle , like one of those photographs of a familiar object taken from an odd angle .
Which is better to discover sheep or swan ?
Along the way some fields have been cut and the stubble ploughed in . The soil is a rich brown and could only be improved, you feel , by some custard and double cream .
Before lock down I had my hair cut by a " ladies hairdresser " and not a " good cutter " . A " good cutter" is more often to be found in the city whilst a " ladies hairdresser" would only be there for the Ideal home exhibition .......
So , bad cut , dye growing out, split ends and hair generally indicative of much sea . salt and beach time spent post lock down .
Then , last Saturday , on one of those impulses , I dashed through the rain to a " good cutter " .
I took a chance never having been there before .
I mentioned Annie Lennox , he nodded and cut . He cut and razored down the lengths until they were all gone and there was my natural brown hair minus the "stubble " of the split ends , dye etc .
Which is better swan or shorn ?
I smiled into the mirror, paid him a fortune and sashayed out into the rain .
Do I look hot ?
Yes .
