I pass this field most days. Sometimes the horses are there, sometimes not. Today they seemed content, rugged up against the cold and perhaps, like me, enjoying the sun.

Elsecar, near Burying Lane

This little tree has meant a lot to me this year. I’ve seen it’s branches stretch in dark shadows across the fields and sheltered...

Pheasant amongst the sunflowers

Where does it go?

Vanishing Point

Through the reeds