Not much of that sometimes brilliant low winter light today but this one sneaked on a pee stop somewhere near Downham Market wasn't too shabby. Suppose this is still Breckland though the sugar beet chimneys and their plumes of steam at Wissington weren't far away. Stands of game cover and more planted cover in the copses on the brows of rises show that the landscape is nowhere near natural virtually anywhere.
Some of my current reading pile. Apart from the Olsen which got done staight off I tend to snatch a few minutes at a time these days. Bookmarks come in handy.