Ready to give the trolley a wipe down.
On the way in.
The cygnets are still with their parents in Vines Park.
Autumnal carpet.
Another autumnal carpet.
Droitwich.
It's a quiet place.
Autumnals on the bonnet.
The sun's come out and Vicky returns to the car.
Nearly 4:00pm and there's queue.
The human race's ambition to turn everything into
concrete, steel and astroturf continues apace.
Those trees'll have to go and they'll
probably culvert The Brook.
No swans to be seen on the river today.
Arthur.
Not a local up for a chat.
Pixie stretching out.
Pixie having a chat with a neighbouring cat
whose name we can never remember.
Snow leopard.
Yoda makes an appearance.
Well, if yer gonna fuss someone
else, I'm not hanging around.
Pixie and Yoda.
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