The canal in winter.

A bit dreary compared to its summer lushness but it’s all part of the turning seasons.
We were along that way to try and catch a sight of the kingfisher that zips up and down the canal. Plenty of perfectly good perching branches but the inconsiderate little critter didn’t show. 
Andrew dropped in late afternoon for tea and a cuddle at Chloe who was delighted to oblige.