Stones, moss, ivy and lichen

In the pink

Rootstock blossom

Somewhere in West Norfolk

From memory lane

Deserting the nest

Into the shadowlands

Quiet please, batteries being re-charged

Survival rations and hard tack

I got me those old Norfolk Bog Door Blues

Next day dawned

Please have a word with the pheasants

As if by magic

Look into my eyes

A wintry shower, freezing later