Janey...
Early quince blossom in my neighbour's hedge, already the promise of my autumnal jellies
Kit...
The Eden is a murky torrent for our first swim of the new year. We hug the bank as woody debris hurtles past in the fast lane ...
Jane...
Thick cold droplets fall on birches above the river.
Helen...
Streaky sunlight gives way to sleet - wind lifts brown river water and makes back-to-front waves.
Beverley...
The sky in an accelerated rush to outrun the whiplashing rain.
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