Lost in the Woods

With a feeling of inevitability, I begin to cough. Janet's been chucking her lungs all over the place for a week now, after picking up a bug in Cornwall. I was firm; I wasn't going to give in to it. And I'm still if not firm then only slightly wobbly - like a good jelly.

The best from the easy approaches, but it's Sunny out there, albeit fairly nippy. We slid over to Newark Park for a walk earlier today and I tried this intentional movement shot of the young beech wood there. It's not perfect, but then neither am I. Ahem.