Blossoms (soon be gone), Worcester: Saturday, 11th April, 2020.

Britannia Square.

Britannia Square.

Tower Road.

Blossom blog, or a walk to the chemists and back, Worcester: Thursday, 9th April, 2020.

Sabrina Avenue.

Britannia Square.

Take one step inside our garden and we'll 'ave yer.

Nothing in this photo could be called a blossom.

Just a touch of blossom in this one.

Stephenson Road.

Close up of the above.

Complete lack of blossom in this one.

Stephenson Road.

Afternoon walk to the Post Office and beyond, Northwick, Worcester: Friday, 3rd April, 2020.

Horses.

We count about 36 in two fields.

May we take this opportunity to mention that there 

is a Planning Application pending for this land to 

be developed as an 80-place Care Home with 40 car park spaces.

The local Lib Dem councillor is against it and so are we.

But the Planning Committee will pass it.

It's a green field site so of course they'll let someone develop it.

Are you smiling Dave? 

I'm smiling Vic.

Are you smiling Vic?

I'm smiling Dave.

A Ferrari.

A different type of horse power.

Two more horses we didn't spot on the way past the first time.

Blossoms, Worcester: Sunday, 29th March, 2020.

Britannia Square.

The Moors.

Late-ish morning walk to the chemist and back home the long way 'round, Worcester: Thursday, 26th March, 2020.

Olde-fella leading the way.

Nobody about.

Good.

Almost deserted along the main road into town.

Again, good.

Hardly a car in the……..

……viaduct car park.

Walking back home along Pitchcroft, 

however, was very busy.

Not many people/cyclists/runners seem to understand 'two metres'.

Will avoid using it from now on.

Shelves, Sainsbury's, Blackpole, Worcester (early PM): Tuesday, 23rd March, 2020.

Freezers almost stripped bare.

Household cleaning products.

Trying to keep our social distance, Worcester: Sunday, 22nd March, 2020.

Perdiswell Leisure Centre is now off-limits so we've bought 

some weights for home-based fitness sessions.

Have you taken the photo Vic?

Yes Dave.

A thorn sat amongst some petals.

Much better without that olde-fella in it.

Off home now.

Crossing the road whenever others are approaching.

How come we're always the ones who cross the road?