Vibrant colours under the sharpest of winter lights, when I walked at lunchtime along the Oxford canal yesterday.
A see-things-afresh afternoon.
Necessary space in an otherwise crowded day.
Vibrant colours under the sharpest of winter lights, when I walked at lunchtime along the Oxford canal yesterday.
A see-things-afresh afternoon.
Necessary space in an otherwise crowded day.
Photographed as the light was fading but it had been showing in the afternoon sky throughout our walk.
It has been great to spend time at home and in and around the village for the last eleven days, and to celebrate Christmas and the New Year (lots of delicious things to eat and drink, including veg from the allotment).
Took today off, so tomorrow's my first work day - though I have been doing some light tasks here and there.
Can't really believe it's the end of the holidays but I certainly feel refreshed and ready to start 2023!
Mixed feelings about them - such beauty but they're so time-consuming (having to judge every tread - well, almost) and exhausting. Though the last of these is my own fault a lot of the time because I want to be outside as much as I can!
This picture was taken on a late lunchbreak walk mid-week. Reminds me a bit of the original cover for The Lock (Smaller Sky edition) and the stretch of the canal shown is just down from where the barge in the book was moored.
Last week before Christmas coming up. I think everyone is ready for holidays!
Log delivery earlier - festive cheer!
Lock keeper's cottage once again the home of - a lock keeper. It appears there are some things automated systems can't do as well as a person. Perhaps that will change but nicely reassuring that this remains so now.
Not sure this photo does full justice to the elegance of Radcot Bridge on a December afternoon, as what light there is, is starting to fade and its reflection on the Thames is all of a sudden vibrant.
Enjoyed a pint of Otter at the Swan at Radcot after the walk - one of the few pubs nearby that opens on a Monday.
I realise that all this talk of lock keepers' cottages, the limits of automation, pubs not open and warm beer makes me sound a bit 'John Major' but on a dullish, short December day, that did seem to be where my mind was taking me!