Good Morning from Gullringstorp!
As Max and I walked around Gullringstorp on this cold, windy, wet morning, something caught my eye, more than once.
It looked like Gullringstorp was laden with the finest jewels in the night.
The tiny drops of water, dew and moisture, created such gems everywhere I looked.
Max and Harry kept a firm grip on their fish. Harry always looks worried as they watch over the pond. They shine with the morning dew.