Reflections in the marshy pond.

The field has a bit of a boggy hollow, it’s wet for several weeks at a time; there’s often a wee pond here. I liked the reflection of the field boundary trees, tussocks and colours. And a fading very slight rainbow.

Three of a group of long established mature trees that line this walk have been blown down; that’s the best part of a dozen in this vicinity in last few months. Rather sorry to see this.