I saw this elegant fisherman today, whilst driving over to visit my Mum.
Monsieur et Madame Mallard, looking rather splendid. . . . .
I've known and loved this tree for many years, it's an old, old Oak, with a huge trunk so wide, two of us struggled to encircle it with our arms. Today I think it is at its most beautiful ,standing there on the ridge way, as it has for who knows how long, with the late afternoon sun behind.
At the other end of the field, a lone apple tree with it's last few offerings. Bright red spots against the grey.