Old Faithful

"Stands the Church clock at ten to six?
And is there honey still, and sticks?"

R. Brooke (adapted.  OK, abused.)

Actually the vast majority of Rupert Brooke's poem "Grantchester" is a torrent of abuse aimed at all the neighbouring towns and villages within 20 miles of Grantchester...

"Strong men have blanched, and shot their wives,
Rather than send them to St. Ives;"
"And folks in Shelford and those parts
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts,"

and so forth, so I feel it's fair game.  Anyway, this drivel is simply that I couldn't be bothered to go find a real photograph and took the perennial Welland view from the garden; and the church clock is about ten, OK, fifteen, to six...

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2 miles distant. Handheld. Yep, still happy with the OM's image stabiliser.