I’ve been blogging walks I took in November, and there were some glorious sunny days, but I need to remind myself, most of it looked like this.
Actually I’m lying. That looks picturesque, and most of November was too grey and drizzly and nasty to even get the camera out. Days where the sun never seemed to rise, and the rain wasn’t heavy enough to be good for puddle photos, but was somehow the kind where every drop soaks down to the bones, freezing as it goes.
But it did mean there was a lot of this:
I’m sure that cormorants live on other rivers, in other cities, but they feel so Bristol to me. I’ll never stop grinning at them looking like miniature pterodactyls, or overgrown vampire bats. Definitely worth standing in the rain for a photo!