Severn at Ironbridge, the day after storm Imogen had dumped rain on the country. Water levels had risen so that the riverside footpath was under a couple of feet of water.
Did you work out that the post a few days ago was a closer view of the path at the base of the bridge in a similar state on the same day?
Puddle frozen over on a cold morning. Air bubbles trapped under the ice formed patterns I liked.
Butterbur, a spring-flowering wild plant. But these, beginning to open before the middle of February, had arrived earlier than the standard time. This seems to be becoming the new normal.
Views of the river from the footpath heading upstream from the centre of Stratford on Avon. There are busy main roads on both sides of, and running roughly parallel to, the river. Although each road is only a couple of hundred yards away, rural tranquility is only a short stroll from the town.
Young swan, one of the large number which haunt the river at Stratford on Avon, attracted by rich pickings from the tourists. On a quiet winter morning this bird had set off alone, and was systematically eating grass.
Catkins dangling from hazel bushes. These were in the Severn gorge near Ironbridge.
