Windy Tuesday

I just had time for a brisk walk up the lane before the supermarket delivery was due to arrive. It was not raining and I knew there would be plenty of leaves, seeds, berries and even a few flowers. However, I had not realised how windy it was: everything I pointed the camera at was in constant, erratic movement, and I realised that the rotting fence post at the top of the hill with its reliable, unmoving forest of lichen would be today's most reliable subject. A brief squall saw me huddling close to the high hedge, then I returned home in brief sunshine to make a quick chocolate mug cake for J's and my indulgent dessert.