Evening Light

I’m in the Hunter Valley for a couple of days for what I suppose you could call a “spinal retreat”, having some intense physio in the hope of helping my chronic sciatica.
If it doesn’t work it will still be a very luxurious holiday on an isolated farm, considerably upmarket from our rustic abode in the valley.
There are two other ladies here for treatment and Mr isbi is staying as a guest.
I just went for a walk In the grounds and thought the duck pond met today’s wide challenge of “light”.