and so seasons turn 

Trails of the riverbank. Ok bad pun but let us see who else shows their age 

Like a shakespeare drama, the stages of men left to weather the storms and sun. 

The river awakes the shadow of mole to find their own boatman. 

The right roam still has some local issues to sort out. 

Forming a line in the staff canteen 

dappled into the shadow of it's past and finding the new in the sun. 

Of lazy days and relaxing after a life of hard grafting. 

With each breath that passes spring, the tomorrow is set free on the wind. 

spring's sticky begining 

of England's green and pleasant lands in spring. 

opps looks like they are picking on me again!!! 

bubbles in the sky 

spring growth under rolling clouds and hills 

the race for the sun 

The colour of spring is blackcurrent scent. 

from water comes the flow of spring 

intensity of spring 

April snow 

Wind dressing. 

Finally the wool made sense. 

Like comets shooting from a dying star. 

Windowless to face the winter storms. 

The hard edge of winter. 

Like a blanket for the fallen.