Those old familiar places

This is getting to be my regular haunt on a Sunday morning, and I make no apology for sharing it again. Each week it is a different view, as the sun moves across the sky, and the leaves begin to turn. The water level was low today, but no doubt it will be moving again soon. We disturbed a heron, the same one we see each week no doubt. No sign of the kingfisher who looked so splendid a fortnight ago, but that would need a miracle to snap.
Thanks to Stateside Laurence and local Tanya for picking this for today.