A cloud sea, some railings, and some photogenic workmen.
A new view of a familiar tree.
Trees glowing green.
Blackbirds and fieldfares all over our hawthorn.
Lots of berries.
A dreich day.
Charles Darwin’s 210th birthday.
A fallen tree and a fatal house-fire.
In which I return to a favourite childhood haunt after a gap of 40 years.