It was a wet Wednesday when hubby and I visited a childhood home of William and other young Wordsworths. We ate lunch in the tearoom, looked round the latest exhibition (about a famous Lake District landmark – the Bowder stone) and braved the damp to visit the garden.
The autumn flowers had vibrant colours, which contrasted with the grey day. We were delighted to see that Fletch the Perchcrow, who was the first blogger I met in “real life”, was keeping a watchful eye on the garden. It was good to see the head gardener, Amanda, as well. (My first meeting with these two was described on Sue’s Trifles.)
I know I take a lot of photos. Snap-happy used to be the word for it, but I am frequently surprised that my choice of subject anticipates the theme of the photo challenge from the daily post. This week it is pedestrian. In the past week I have taken photos of two footbridges – one over a railway, the other over a river. I am posting three photos. Two are rather ordinary, but in the third something unusual is happening.