I didn’t go to Ranby on Wednesday: it was the next Monday! I’m retired & live on my own so I totally lose track of the days.
Anyhow round the pond and down to town. It was bloody cold and beginning to snow.
Pair of grebes
Morse Lock just visible through falling snow
Poplar, willow & pigeon
Tracks in a dust of snow
Narrowboat Changing Pace
Gulls on ice
Grebe having a splash
Birds are singing, there’s blackbirds and robins everywhere; bushes full of sparrows and little flocks of tits. The grebes are even beginning to make a nest!
Grebes selecting a nest site
Advert for that Pope job?
The sun glinting off this chopper looked like a gigantic bluebottle