|Hawthorn turning red.|
|River Trent, looks small but OMG it did some flooding last November.|
|Little darlings who played "What's the Time Mr Wolf" with me all along the field.|
|I saw this horseshoe on a new bit of fencing, I like to think of it having come off a horse while it was pulling the plough.|
|We thought this was on a wild rose, but I have no idea what it is.|
|Hawthorne turning yellow.|
|Hawthorn berries a delicious red.|
|Campion, again a late entry.|
|Not terribly well maintained.|
|Gorgeous wild violas, "Dreadful bloody weed" said David, "It's a bugger to get rid of". I might need a bit longer to work on him Reader.|
|Then these two arrived. The Lewis's, see his overalls under his arm....?|
|No it's a hot air balloon.|
Time to leave finally, tomorrow was going to be wet. As the weather had been so very good in Staffordshire, we had extended our stay. David had sacrificed not one but TWO golf matches and I was happy.
|Our mooring for the last few days.|
|Sadly he is currently furloughed but fingers crossed that the industry gets back on its feet.|
Turning into Great Haywood marina. I hope it's not the last time this year, if we can and there is a settled spell of dry weather we'll pop back. Covid19 permitting that is.