Morning Field

I'm in danger of over-consistency here, or perhaps predictability, but I do like the scene formed by the two different trees against the backdrop of the regimented plantation.

I have to brave the rush hour of the B1040, our little north-south road between Potton and Gamlingay, that gets pretty busy in morning and afternoon.  And drivers probably think I'm a little potty standing on the edge of the field, having parked on a rough bit of verge opposite the opening in the hedge.

But I like the trees . . .