Away from it all

Woke on a glorious morning wishing I was home on the cliffs with the spring squill. Actually, I might have ended up watching a debased commercial version of a crass Nazi ceremony limping through my home town, saluted by alien imperialist flags. Or something. Instead I was here on the banks of the Ribble, with swallows, herons and a profusion of May blossom, striding along with little in my back pack but an apple to munch, for all the world like John Clare. So no complaints in the end.

Taken with my new cheap as chips camera.