I’ve been out working today (yes, it was my day to work, I’d not got it wrong). The weather remains glorious and I’ve been stuck indoors all day being nice to people.

However, the place I’m working is about fifteen miles from home and the drive is spectacularly gorgeous. You start out looking at the sea from the top of the moor, across the lush, green, rolling hills of Cornwall, then you actually get to cross the rolling hills until you’re within a stone’s throw of the sea itself and you work.

On the way home, I shot some really lovely landscapes – the sea, the hills, the moor but when I got back to within a couple of miles of here, I spotted a little trio of lambs, jumping and skipping in the sunshine.

Of course (as sod’s law dictates), I hadn’t got appropriate gear with me, having only a short-ish zoom on the camera so this is heavily cropped but I like its blurry action-orientated feel.

These little lambs (or ickle-tickle lambos if you are a complete softy like me) were playing hide and seek with one another using granite boulders to hide behind.

I’m not actually complaining about Epsom as a location, or the train journey, which, in itself, is spectacular, I’m simply saying that it’s a lot nicer to have a half-hour drive across some lovely countryside. It’s a lot less high pressure and it’s much less tiring.

Over the coming weeks, our moor is going to become entirely chocka with “aaahhhhhh” factor and I’m going to see it all, in its full glory. I’m a very lucky girl.