Grumpy

What with one thing and another, it was after 2pm when I finally made it out of the house - a situation which is never likely to end well, photography-wise, at this time of year. Arriving in Stratford I made straight for Holy Trinity, but the good light was gone from the churchyard, it was bitterly cold, and most of the birds seemed to have gone to bed early.

I did get a couple of gulls in golden hour light down near the Old Tramway Bridge, but R has chosen this churchyard squirrel for today's post. Possibly because its sour expression reminds him of mine.