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A green and pleasant land, but with grey skies

Where are the pollinators?

Has it warmed up yet?

In the pink

Next day dawned

Please have a word with the pheasants

As if by magic

Look into my eyes

A wintry shower, freezing later

One shade of grey and lots of rain

The holly wood bowls

The last waltz

Spiders' Christmas ice sculpture

Winter food for us all

Winter arrives, well kind of

Not for breakfast

Seven mornings in November

Three hours in the reeds