Not run of the mill

Warning, this posting contains scenes of extreme Englishness from the outset.

This autumn has turned out to be remarkably pleasant, with several warm and sunny weekends even into late October. Today we decided to make the most of yet another sunny day and headed out to a nearby water mill in Houghton, Cambridgeshire.



It's a beautiful place and I got some quite nice pics. Here's one of a rather time-worn fire escape...



And a close up of a adolescent cygnet who allowed me to get quite close before he went off in a strop (typical teenager).



Despite it being nearly November, there's still colour to be seen in nature...



After some mild exertion, a trip to a local pub for refeshment...



And just when you think things just can't possibly get more quintessentially English, you see a damp dog that's had a nice swim and is now a bit bored waiting while it's wellies-and-wax-jacketed owner tucks into a pub lunch.



Perfect! If you can take any more, I've posted some more pictures here. I'm off to heartily sing Jerusalem to myself in the bath.

All together now... AND DID THOSE FEEEEEEET...