January 12th – I made it to Lichfield in good time, thankfully, and had a 30 minutes to mooch around the city at twilight with my companion.
The classic Stowe Pool twilight shot is always too good to resist, even though it’s a local cliche.I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.
The heron on Minster Pool was a rare treat, as were the chimneys of Leomansley.
It was a day of dramatic skies, and until the English winter cold kicked in, a beautifully springlike afternoon.
Dare I dream?