Birch trunks at dusk

Most of my day was spent dealing with administration - which I hate - but it has to be done.... Lots of niggling things were sorted, which is good, but it seemed to take an age to do.

So Rosie and I didn't get out till well after sunset. The Nene valley is flooded again, and our normal routes round the river and Rowing Lake were impassable, so we had a rather shorter circuit, which took us past the young birch plantation. The white trunks really stand out at dusk - I think this abstract treatment makes them rather dreamlike.