Sunset At The Weir
I don't like December. I'm sorry, but there it is. There's no light, it's cold and miserable, it gets dark before it's even noon, and then there's Christmas.
The sun was setting when decent people were still quaffing their lunchtime Chablis and yours truly was out with his camera in the hope of seeing something, anything. It was another grey misty day and the ducks and birds were sensibly scarce. This was taken at 15:37 by the River Marden at the old weir on Berhill's Farm.