Real weather in England is about change. There was plenty of change this morning. That's not been the case for months. Not continuous sun, but dry stream beds and dry footpaths. This stream can be a torrent but has been just dry stones from July on.The gentle flow today was welcome.
Cattle have left their mark on the bank.
We started with drizzle and layers of mist, then the growing light revealed the crooked spire leaning into the prevailing wind.
As if to insist that autumn should be about colour, after yesterday's post, the sun then went too far and with the dark sky behind turned all into a stage garden, challenging our sense of real.
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