Naturally while I was East I had my camera. In fact I had both cameras. I was hopeful that the Crested Grebes would have again built their nest on the port side of das Boot so I wanted my long lens.
However, a moorhen and her chicks moved about the reeds and betwenn the boats close by. For such shy birds, they are very vocal.
The fields were full of poppies.
The bees were busy.
The clover was beautiful.
The sunset was gentle.
The cows grazed in the next door field.
MasterB was curious.
Though when we first arrived, he suddenly found he liked the car much more than during the journey.
I may go back this weekend. That power hose is exerrting a strong pull.