We haven't been out much lately. It's been damp and dreary and dark, and there's no dog chewing our metaphorical ears off about going for a walk. Which is a shame because with the extra lockdown restrictions, there are no golfers hitting small balls at dangerous speed on the golf course, and it's easier to get across on the footpath to the meadow, not to mention wandering around the edges of the course itself - or Fairyland, as we took to calling it during the first lockdown.
Anyway, here's a few recent photos taken during the last six weeks, on the days when we have felt like getting out locally.
Sunset moving further north all the time, and about to disappear from view in the meadow
Sun reflected in the glass of the Mall at Cribbs Causeway
Charlton Common in October sun
Through the 'tumnal woods
On sunlit uplands. Well, maybe literally, if not metaphorically.
More vapour trails than I've seen in a long time
Autumnal oak
November colour - spindle, wild carrot, clover, hogweed, selfheal, yarrow, blackberries, vetch
Litter
The winterbourne living up to its name
The now empty rookery
Looking up the meadow
Another sunset
Re-encountering some of the magnificent ashes and oaks in Fairyland that we first made friends with during the spring lockdown
The smaller pond, much loved by Ted
... but glimpsed, just, from the meadow ...
... where suddenly the rooks and jackdaws are back.
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