A Bucolic Field With Sharp Edges, Aylesford

Work was, as usual, hectic and so tiring, with the added pleasure of another layer of management, a Photo Studio Manager, being introduced this week.
I've been through many, many re-organisations, new employers, new managers, new workflows, new time and motion studies, new this and new shiny that in my job and it always ends up in the same useless, disorganised, stressful mess when simple common sense would sort it all out. I really do despair in the levels of brainlessness in so much British management (nearly always from the top down to those of us at the  disconnected, floundering bottom). The all time classic is cutting back the staff that do all the grunt work and then double the workload - and then wondering why it all falls apart. 
Still, today is Saturday and after the heaviest fog in many months (which I rather loved running in before breakfast) it's turned into a stunningly lovely Autumn day. We took ourselves down to the village pub by the river to sup a couple of pints each accompanied by some triple cooked chips. The world then re-righted itself into glorious technicolour and everything felt good again. I took today's image on the walk home. I love the stark contrast between the bucolic visual image on the banner and the proscriptive words that counterpointed it.