Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Norfolk's not bad really, chasing the clouds.

Work took me Wells next the Sea way on Monday. Got caught in a mad 5 minutes round Foulsham, we were in post Bertha apocolypse and all around the carnage was bright sun and the bluest sky and whitest towering cumulus you could wish for.

This is looking towards Wighton. English Pastoral

Wighton church over maize

The ridge between Stiffkey and Morston. Second flush of harvest poppies

1 comment:

  1. England, my England. Love the photos. Old Blighty at her best.