Spot the ball...

A vision of Englishness? Well, perhaps.

I took this picture today under slightly overcast skies, as a potential filler shot for the village Neighbourhood Plan, the survey for which is nearing completion. The playing field is just at the end of my front front garden (yes, we have two) and it's a joy to watch the games from the chicken run. I never enjoyed playing at all, and generally had "a note from my mum" excusing me, much to the annoyance of the games master.