The day after Boxing Day (which should be renamed Bloodlust Day due to the number of redcoats roughing up the countryside and slaughtering foxes despite the 2004 ban) was foggy. Ordinarily, this weather would have drawn me out with my camera, clothes pulled on over the top of my pyjamas, teeth unbrushed, fast unbroken so… Continue reading An (Almost) Year End Walk
A Wyrd Of Her Own 