Another walk, Worcester: Friday, 27th December, 2019.

Has your 'phone gorra flash Vic?

Hmmm. Better without.

Boxing Day, Gheluvelt Park, Worcester: December, 2019.

The swans have returned to the park now the pond's 

level has dropped but they haven't figured out 

how to get back to the pond thru' the fencing.

Flying. That's the ticket. That, and a long run-up.

Christmas Day walk: Gheluvelt Park, Worcester: December, 2019.

Just slimy mud remains now the river level is returning to 'normal'.

Still no way along the allotment side of the racecourse tho'.

Dog walkers, dogs, and seagulls.

River levels returning to normal (for now), Worcester: Tuesday 24th December, 2019.

There was never-ever any water here.

Rest and recuperation, Worcester: Sunday, 22nd December, 2019.

Olde-fella wot's been interfered with by the NHS yet again having 

a quick nap whilst other folk think it's funny to take photos of him. 

Vicky's Tea Loaf looking scrummy.

Looking even more scrummy in close up.

Severn's up again: Gheluvelt Park, Worcester: Saturday, 21st December, 2019.

Stand just there Dave.

OK Vic.

From 'The Wall' there's confirmation that the river
is over Pitchcroft and the racecourse.

Defences are up and pumping water out of gardens.

We've seen it higher here but not by much.

Damp and wintry but pleasant.
Just about sums things up.

The river's high, wide, and deep: Worcester: Monday, 16th December, 2019.

The mysterious powers of The Swan Whisperer.

What can the secret of her powers be?

A bag of organic swan food of course.

The Severn.

Doing a fine impersonation of The Amazon (one imagines).

High, wide, fast and full of earth.

The Brook at a near-standstill and flooding the park nicely.

Lunch at Elgar's, Worcester: Thursday, 12th December, 2019.

A vegetarian breakfast with toasted granary bread for Vicky….

….and broccoli and stilton soup with a self-levitating 

ham sammidge on granary bread for David.

Worcester Cathedral: Sunday, 8th December, 2019.

Just a small portion of Worcester's Christmas Market remains 

at the far end of the high street opposite The Cathedral.

The Christmas Tree Festival is on at The Cathedral.

A happy soul enjoying the christmas trees.

All sorts of trees are here……

….including this Santa's Boots variant 

(or his Elves, maybe).

Wall-to-wall trees.

View of the Cathedrals internals as we sit down and 

have a rest before walking back home via a stop for a cuppa tea (of course).

Winter afternoon walk, Worcester: Saturday, 7th December, 2019.

3:30 and the light's already fading.

It'll be dark by the time we get home.

The Worcestershire Beacon, Malvern Hills: Wednesday, 4th December, 2019.

We've made it to the top.

This is the view to the south-east.

The view to the north and Worcester.

A photo Roger can send to his family in the USA.

See? We get sunshine in the winter.

On the way back down now and looking south-west.

The view to the south.

Kingstanding: Wednesday, 21st November, 2019.

Dave, Aunt Jeanne, and Vicky.

A different Dave, Aunt Jeanne, and Vicky.

Gloucester Docks: Tuesday, 20th November, 2019.

Collecting David and Eleanor from their Claines B & B 

and making friends with the farm's dog. 

One of four. 

(One of the others has only got three legs. 

But that's another story).

Gloucester Docks Christmas Fair.

It's very disappointing that some folk refuse 

to take posing for a photo seriously.

It's before her time but Vicky is always pleased 

to celebrate when the Villa last won the FA Cup.

David, a Victorian chimney sweep, and Eleanor.

He looks a happy fella.

David and two Victorian wenches.

Just the two.

Vicky and somebody muscular in a Christmas hat.

The Docks.

At 3:00pm-ish.

Batsford Arboretum and Broadway (updated): Monday, 19th November, 2019.

Eleanor, David and Vicky at the entrance to the arboretum.

Strolling along the arboretum's main drag.

David and Vicky (and Eleanor).

Look at that sky!

Outside the Batsford parish church.

Eleanor and Vicky.

Vicky and two Davids.

David and Vicky.

Victoria. Slightly wet.

Eleanor is pleased to have avoided a soaking from the waterfall.
It got everybody else.

Ellie and Howard.

The guardians of travellers.

David and Eleanor and a thatched roofed cottage.

Eleanor has become a professional thatched roof-spotter 

during this trip to the northern hemisphere.

Eleanor and Vicky on The Chinese Bridge.

We're in Broadway now.

Vicky and the multi-talented Eleanor.

Look there's nowt she can't do.

Now she's balancing a tree on her head!

Something's gone on during this window shopping session.

Dunno-what now tho'.

They say the light's are always bright in Broadway.