Between cooking dinner and an evening work call an after dark run to Shillingford and back. The big house on Shillingford hill appeared to float in the sky above the silent swift running Thames.
And the jog over the weir was positively spooky lit only by a head torch. Good for getting the pulse running, especially as my pace was sooooo sloooooow (I blame the mud, lot's of mud).
Yes, it took me ages to arrange the clouds just like that. Ages, absolutely ages.
Wet, very wet.
Apparaently, these colou(u)rs stand out. Who knew?
Mabli's puppy classes were cancelled. Maybe because of the weather. The news didn't put us off walking at The Clumps, although it probably should have.
Ewok said "Next time I'll stay in the car". Dogs these days.
Every month a book drops through the letter box from the lovely @wallingfordbook.
Every month I think "there's no way I'd ever pick that" and every month (so far!) the book has been a delight.
Expanding my comfort zone :)
They're keeping the lonely tree company.
In lock down #1 the water inside the lock was crystal clear. No traffic to stir up the sendiment. It would make a decent outdoor pool!
I've never noticed the lamppost before. There's something potter-esque about it.
Walking past the memorial on the way back from the dentist.
I tried to get the green plants in front of the cross to 'pop' in Lightroom, and only later realised how beautiful they were in blue and white.