We’re nearing peak moulting season.
A dead swallow.
Dinner with a friend, and a Dee sunset.
A walk on the Moor.
An early morning garden visitor.
An entirely fictional Caught by the River event.
Rush Hour in the Yorkshire countryside.
The fields have been mown in my absence.
A visit to Burton Mere.
A moth, midges, water-boatmen, and a spider.