From back in the summer: a friend’s wood, a folly made deep within it over many, many months, stone-by-stone, by two strangers — with a curious and engaging backstory — and, always, the deepest, quietest, heat-filled Devon lanes.
Saw this in the West Country earlier this year (near Porlock):
There was a still better sign: ‘CATS EYES REMOVED’ (placed too dangerously to snag).
These have been sitting in my camera for some time — from a Boxing Day walk, Regent’s Canal.
… was a beautiful day: