January fells under a hazy winter sun
Sunday sunrise looking across the Vale of Mowbray from Richmond toward the Hambledon and Cleveland Hills.
A little bit of late autumn weather on the moors above the valley this morning.
Bordeaux is a very beautiful city of bike riding, smiling, friendly people and is recommended for a visit even though if you visit somewhere with such obvious attractions where you rub along with the locals and your not too distant family tree means you might have even come from here had things been different, and if you’re feeling more and more alienated by your own country as it becomes increasingly ugly and full of hate, you might find it hard to leave.
A few pictures of the heather under the uncharacteristic English bank holiday sunshine.
Weather forecasters start liberally sprinkling their reports with the word autumnal
quite early into August in this country but the leaves are still pretty green, we haven’t had a frost yet and the narrow roads are still very much clogged with the enormous camper vans that summer holiday tourists deem the best way to see the countryside so sadly actual autumn as opposed to London media autumn remains a couple of weeks away but if you get out early enough, go high enough and breath deeply enough you can just detect that dampness in the air and its alluring promise of quiet roads, silent fells and cyclists once more being the same colour all over their body.