Richard Carter
The first swallow of summer.
Late February seems to have decided it’s April.
Spectacular winter light, and a brace of deer.
A cloud sea, some railings, and some photogenic workmen.
A new view of a familiar tree.
A walk round the lanes.
Trees glowing green.
Blackbirds and fieldfares all over our hawthorn.
Lots of berries.
A dreich day.
Charles Darwin’s 210th birthday.
Log-splitting.
