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This handsome lass posed nicely for me in the sunlight.

She seemed remarkably unfazed by the fact I had Tilly beside me on a lead.

Tilly was much less composed about it. She didn't quite know whether to protect me from this beast, or run away...

This is the churchyard at Orwell, a little village not far from us. I like this photo, but it doesn't look like somewhere you'd want to go for a picnic, does it? An air of foreboding about it, perhaps?

This is the also the churchyard at Orwell, a little village not far from us. Thoughts of spring and Easter bunnies?

I took both photos this afternoon, within a couple of minutes of each other and only a few metres apart. So much of photography now depends on what you do after you've taken the photo...

If you let me bathe, I shall become muddier than you could possibly imagine.

Eastbourne, after dark. A five-second exposure.

I posted this a couple of years ago, but I went back and tweaked the image now I know a bit more about monochrome processing. Also, since all my displays are now higher-resolution, the old one was looking blurry! You can read a bit of the story of the mill on the last post, though.

We visited Wrest Park in Bedfordshire today. This, it seems to me, is the kind of portrait one might have had painted if one owned the place. The swans definitely thought they did.

The house had a rather hard life during and after the war, and almost none of its original furnishings remain, but it does have a few very fine rooms with some wonderful ceilings.

Click for larger versions, to see the detail.

At Linton Zoo, yesterday morning.

Before this morning, if you had shown me a picture of a kangaroo doing this, I'd have thought he was a stuffed one, probably taking part in an Australian beer commercial.

But it turned out this was just part of his morning stretching routine.

At Linton Zoo

I know I look small, but just get rid of this fence and I'll show you...

At Linton Zoo this morning.