November moon, November sunset and an awakening

      My Fenland spy 'the man in the Ghillie suit' has been out and about indulging in his nocturnal habits, nocturnal habits that have a far more artistic and aesthetic leaning than those of Arnold Layne. For lovers of a Moonshot here's a beauty of the not quite full Novembe Moon on a clear evening.

      Then a couple of photographs of the Creek that runs through village taken as night begins to settle over the Fenland landscape. Now, this is the kind of atmosphere that Bible John loves when he's in one of his more cheery and almost happy moods. Normally the chosen weather conditions would be fog, mist or driving rain or high winds tearing the leaves from the trees and tormenting and flattening the waterside reeds.

      Views and sights of the Fenland landscape like this would put a spring in anyone's step, even his, just imagine climbing out of the bivvy that you liberated from a terrified carp fisherman, a bivvy that's now hidden in the middle of an isolated reed bed and seeing that sky. The excitement would be enough to make Bible John throw a dead Cormorant for his one-eyed Terrier to find while he hangs some old headless eels and Lampreys on the bivvy as decorations.

      Even Shuck would head to the Norfolk Fenland from the coastal marshes for a glimpse of this sight.