The Beauties Of Gloom, Drizzle And Decay

A murky and drab end to the week here in Eastern England. The sensible thing to do would be to curl up with a good book, or even tidy up the house, but I was seized by a sudden desire to go out for a walk. Once outside I realised that, because I'd been busy looking after my late mother for the last year or so, it was a long time since I'd been out on such a day. Strange to say I really enjoyed myself and found several small beacons of beauty shining through the mist and drizzle.

The old shed down by the River Mel is still there

Little fun guys climbing up on each other's shoulders

to climb up the tree

Leaves like red tears

A small bridge being gobbled up by the vegetation

Trees joining hands in a country dance

(or poles which have grown up around a tree-stump cut off at ground level)

A tiny yellow parasol

throws up a little sunshine

Field edge

Polished tree trunks and golden flakes

A small but determined backpacker

A feast for winter-visiting birds

Richness and variety

Better late than never! A buttercup bravely blooming in late October down on Shepreth Moor.

Take care.