…for coffee and a crossword.
Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!
Three weeks older, white tipped wings stronger every day, the Queens Park cygnets may soon be on their way.
Sometimes it’s tricky to know when to stop working on a painting. In this one, less may have been more.Second time around, maybe it was about right.
Sunlight between showers.
…over the South East Lakes.
Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.