This is the bottom of our bed nearly every morning.
Yes, this is a mole. Yes, he's in our house. The poor guy was terrified, and surprisingly fast as long as he wasn't running into corners, so I took his picture then liberated him with a shoebox. He promptly dug straight down under the hedge, never to return to "that place" again.
We had a rare few days of sunshine. The sunshine princess basked in its glory.
I got a free Wallace and Gromit Cheesy Cookbook for sending in the wrapper from my Wensleydale cheese.
We had (more commonly) a rainy day, which Sloan and I ignored and went to Brimham Rocks anyway. On the rocks I got this view.
The we came home to this rainbow.
Lastly, I was driving home one day, turned onto our lane, and there was a cow walking down it. With no herd. And no farmer. She stopped to peer over this fence, so I stopped to take her picture. Then I told the farmer and he went to interrupt her stroll.