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Sunday, 20 September 2009

Sunday Sunsets.


Britain's bread basket is empty. All the wheat has been harvested.
Pheasants feast on the spilled grain, white bellied stoats and weasels dart about and the sun sets sleepily over The Fens.

View towards Crowland Abbley.

1 comment:

Esther Montgomery said...

I am very happy where I live - but I miss the sound of pheasants.

Esther Montgomery