A Cuckoo in the Nest

We thought we had visited everything worth visiting in Kent and then Mr K found Cuckoo Woods from a fellow photographer. 

The old bridge is set on a stream rather inconveniently down a very steep slope. I decided I needed to stand in the water for my shot (not unusual for me to do it the hard way). We have to call this a trial run as the drought has turned the stream into a trickle. But it certainly has potential.

I have cheekily used this for Derelict Sunday; my excuse being the obvious age of the bridge and the fallen trees in the water.

Oh, and Jak loved it, by the way. He raced around investigating all the new sights and smells.