Framed

I popped out this afternoon to pick up a chunk of homemade Simnel cake that a lady in the village wanted us to have. It's delicious and went down very well with a cup of coffee this evening. On the way back, with the cake safely wrapped up on the passenger seat, this composition of a rather forlorn and lonely tree framed by a mechanical digger caught my eye. There's no building work going on here - I suspect the digging is connected with the aviation fuel line that is cutting a swathe through the local countryside en route to Heathrow.