Brightening Up

We went Turfing on our bikes around the bit of York that S lived in when she was young. The weather was ok and there were lots of cycle paths to keep away from cars. We also saw where Dick Turpin was hanged; a mass spectator event. The blip is a view over the fields towards Askham Bog from where we parked.
 
Best on black.
 
Today’s entry on the Abstract Fiesta journal is an Owl.