So, playing with the camera.

Thanks to Dave Jackson!

Coal tit in the front lilac

A new oak friend!

Bobbit in the bushes.

Winter sun at the coppice,

This used to be salmon pink.

Swan family at rest.

Even when the winter sky is black and cold, the robins sing. It is not, of course, the darkest night of my soul. There have been darker...

The end of a cold, wet, blustery day.

This is the oak with the lovely spreading canopy at the reserve.

Broken pottery.

Badger print.

It's a sort of epiphany. I guess.

The veteran oak at the copse.

Still leaves on some of the London plane trees.

It's more about TV and philosophy than about Bobbit. Kinda.

Found object.

One of the Driveways watching me in the garden.

Happy New Year... from Bobbit!