Not A Blue Tit

I have taken a couple of shots of the Blue Tits and their (very fast) comings and goings, but I thought I would treat myself to taking out the infrared camera and taking some 'different' pictures when I went up to the shop for some milk this morning.
The fenced paths are just as uninviting in colour as they are in black and white. I imagine they can be rather intimidating to the young kids who walk to school unaccompanied - although there are very few of them these days.
This was the corner where the idiot council workers managed to get two industrial mowers stuck in what they turned into a quagmire.

I went out to the garage for a short time this afternoon to make some spinning tops. I was trapped out there for ages when the heavens opened  and you couldn't see the ground for the bouncing water - it was easily bouncing knee high and I didn't really want to have to get changed right down to my socks and underwear just to get back to the front door.

Needless to say, it is lovely now.