Walk to the river, along it and back; then a walk to the Post Office, Worcester: Thursday, 19th November, 2020.

 

Lexie (and Vicky's hand).

Worcester's teeming spires.

Skyscape.

Time to turn around and head home.

Let there be light.

Leaves and bright blue sky.

A day to savour.

Surrounded.

Pitchcroft is busy today.

No swans upstream.

No swans downstream.

All the colours of autumn in one bush.

6th in the queue just to get inside the Post Office, 

let alone the queue to the counter.