Cloudy, with a few bright patches, makes for a very cold day when the breeze gets up in December. This lonely oak tree has seen it all, nestling under its blanket of ivy. On the left next year's crop of oilseed rape is sitting waiting for spring.
The trees lining this bridleway bend with the direction of the prevailing wind.
A few dead leaves stubbornly cling on to this young oak.
A barn conversion at the edge of the village has taken many years to complete, with work stopping completely for long spells. It is starting to look promising!
The road through the village is deserted: indoors is the best place to be on a day like this.
