Walk to the river, along it, and back, Worcester: Friday, 27th November, 2020.

 

Vicky's breakfast.

Porridge with nuts and seeds.

Orange juice.

Misty downstream.

Misty upstream.

Parrot in The Park.

It's a cowin' noisy one an' all.

Robin.

Misty river.

Skyscape.

Who's nicked our cathedral?

Wintry sun.

On Pitchcroft.

Not much progress at 'Sabrina Bridge'.

Treecreeper with its head in a hole.

It's found summat.

I've been in the river and I've gorra stick.

Wren with summat in it's gob.

Robin.

Skyscape, 

not a cityscape.

Robin catching a few moments of rays.

Don't be fooled, the sun only came out for a few minutes.

Scooter.

He's not been well. Visited the vets a few times.

But he's back out and about today.

Unfortunately, he's just seen a dog so 

he's not up for a chat right at this minute.

Ah well, always good to see him.

Same walk as yesterday, only slightly later, Worcester: Thursday, 26th November, 2020.

 

Three birhday cards posted.

No swans around today.

Mist forming over the river.

Skyscape.

City-scape.

Moon rising.

You take the photo Dave, 

I'll just have a little kip.

Moon still rising.

Looking south across the racecourse.

Walk to the post office (am), and a walk to the river, along it, and back (pm), Worcester: Wednesday, 25th November, 2020.

 

Mask on and no queue!

Ready for my close up.

Unfortunately, the chap with the camera isn't.

That's better.

No swans to be seen.

Unmasked.

Skyscape.

In-out. In-out.

A bit Gothic.

Moonrise.

Psuedo-mask.

Moon rising.

On Pitchcroft.

Mute swan (in flight), 

human (walking).

One for sorrow, 

two for joy.

Mist-erious.

Moon rising higher.

If these people turned around and took a photo of us, 

would we also be up to our knees in mist?

Very philosophical.

Robin plays peek-a-boo.

View across the racecourse.

Two swans by the jetty.

Two swans responding.

Better feed 'em then.

Post-sunset.

Quick chat with a local.

Red at night, shepherds delight.