Ray welcomes us in his garden
And then leads us out across fields
Past an old house
Left, right or through the middle - mud everywhere
Lone tree
Continuing across country
To Newtown - and a colourful front garden
Demise in demand - not an expression that gets a lot of use
Coming into Sharpness we stop at a children's playground
Where we can sit and talk
Or behave as children
The old docks warehouses looking down on us
We head out of town
Once more over open country
A new addition to the skyline
As we are faced with a friendly horse
Following the footpath near the edge of a field
Across a stubble field
Back to Brookend.
Photos and captions by Richard, processed by Sally and uploaded by Mike