March 9th – I passed through Lichfield on a bright, warm, sunny Sunday afternoon, and the place was bustling. People were queueing for ice creams, browsing in the shops and just taking the air. It was an absolute joy to be there.
Interestingly, there were a huge number of bikes around the city – people really seem to be increasingly turning to bicycles these days for leisure trips at least.
A fine thing to see that lifted my spirits.
March 29th – It was another gorgeous morning, but the mist pictures were getting a but trite. I didn’t get the camera out much at all today, sometimes you just don’t. Coming home from Lichfield Trent Valley that evening, something about Greenhill in the city caught my eye. Maybe it was the low sun, the same lazy, yellow sunlight I’d noticed in the morning. But this part ofLichfield – as old as any, really, and once site of the east gate – was painted magical for a short while. It captivated me.
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