David

A recent winter morning, with a heavy winter mist. Some of the swans on the West Park boating lake, gently feeding and preeding.

Close-up view of one of the hips still left on a rose bush, a drop of rain water hanging from its tip.

Female blackbird seemed to be enjoying herself as she cleaned herself in a makeshift bird bath.

Sulfur tuft mushrooms growing on a fallen log by the Railway Walk. Now looking the worse for wear, after coming through several bouts of snow and frost. Here they are when they first emerged a month or so ago,

As snow covered the ground, a male blackbird landed in a buddleia bush, twisting its head as it carefully looked around while working out what it was safe to do next.

Misty morning, West Park. Just visible in the distance, the bridge over the lake. Swimming under it, swans already in pairs. It had been Valentine’s Day the day before, but the swans were already going round two by two by the end of January.