Luscombe

I do like a silver birch, especially at this time of the year as the colours change. I would have liked to have got closer to this one to get more of it against the sky but there was a barbed wire fence and some shooting going on so, with the warning sign of a dead hen pheasant by the road, I decided perhaps I'd stay where I was on this occasion.

I hope discretion's been the better part for you too.

David