The Run across.

Contrary to Big Bad Bill's prophecy we didn't get storms and had an uneventful run across country to York and settled, of all places, in a camp site at the Golf driving range. I have to admit I'd be hard put to know which end of the bat to hold.
(Sorry about the pun, it started out innocent and unintended.)
Today's choices, due to driving turned out to be quite artistic stripey grass, a couple of shots of a pile of oak leaves while I compared colour of Flash Vs. No Flash or the sky, wondering whether it might be the start of bill's prophecy.