Contrary to how this appears, I live in a terraced house in an urban area about 20 minutes drive from Liverpool city centre.
These poplar trees are at the bottom of next door's garden. They do look beautiful when the setting sun is on them but our houses are built on sandstone and I dread to think what the roots from these giant trees are doing...
Not a happy camper...
That'll teach me to think I can try to ignore my illness and push myself. I really ought to know after five and a half years that I can't do that.
This is twice in as many months that I've been forced by circumstances to try to do things that are now physically beyond me, and payback is...bad. I need to learn to say no.
I thought I had. Evidently not.
(Not the real light source in this obviously, I was playing with lens light. Hopefully at some point this week I'll manage to create a version I like.)