Phew…

Well from freezing my do-dahs off to “its aint half hot mum”

Took a quick walk with the T2 over the old binding falls, field, apparently that’s where the sheaves of corn were bound, once they bought in from outlying fields…

A pigeon Fancier has lost his racing pigeon, all that was left was the ring on the bone of his pigeons leg… followed by a scabbard chap mid medieval i would say 14th century… then there is the imp, from Lincolnshire…

Unless your desperate for photos of green-field waste and other junk these were the best from the days hunt… Stay Safe…   Fred’s End Note…