Sunday Lunch at the Windmill in
Linton. Sausage, chips and a rocket salad, washed down by half a John Smiths, Ladies and Gentlemen, it doesn't get any better than that.
This scene reminds me of a painting by
Constable, but instead of a classic painting it was just a field on a post lunch walk with my bro through
Hettchel Woods.
Here we are playing silly buggers with the self-timer.
Caught in the act of jumping for joy.
Good grief it's pretty here.
Later in the afternoon I ran into this octopus tree and I want it to be friends with the
rainbow eucalyptus.
Test driving the senior transport!
Sunday Lunch at the Windmill in Linton. Sausage, chips and a rocket salad, washed down by half a John Smiths, Ladies and Gentlemen, it doesn't get any better than that.
This scene reminds me of a painting by Constable, but instead of a classic painting it was just a field on a post lunch walk with my bro through Hettchel Woods.
Here we are playing silly buggers with the self-timer.
Caught in the act of jumping for joy.
Good grief it's pretty here.
Later in the afternoon I ran into this octopus tree and I want it to be friends with the rainbow eucalyptus.
Test driving the senior transport!
3 comments:
Your photos keep getting better as your eye becomes more practiced. I love you jumping for joy. Give my best to your mum.
Nice photos.
Give my best to your mum too.
Heading to Trestles with Gianfranco. We're gonna camp for a couple of days... it doesn't get any better than this over here too!
'In England's green and pleasant land'
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