So there I was, at ten am on a Sunday morning, with my camera and umbrella, waiting in the woods. I waited and I waited, luckily a friend waited with me, and then it became obvious that nobody else was coming.
Was I waiting in the right woods? Yep, this was definitely the correct woodland. The right time? Yes, I arrived ten minutes before the scheduled time. It must have been the rain which had kept everyone away. Well, the rest of the photography club may have stayed inside in their dry houses but I was at the woods and not going to miss a photo opportunity.
Off we walked, my friend and I, avoiding the puddles, our cardigans and jackets pulled closer for comfort. Who wants to be inside in the warm and dry, when there are woods to explore.
We bumped into the boating club by the river and stopped to chat. They were racing their boats in memory of a club member who had sadly passed away.
The ducks were watching the boats too, and hoping we had food.
For the weary traveller.