My walk this week was longer than I had originally intended and I think that is partly the result of the straight path I was on. Even where the path was not straight, the bend was long and gentle and my memory of it from a number of years ago was not clear enough for me not to want to see round the bend. The result was that the sun was pretty low in the sky on my return.
The sights to be seen on this walk may have been exactly what might be expected in this kind edge-of-suburban environment but that made them no less interesting to me. Reflections in puddles, moss on tree stumps and the perspective of straight paths seem always to be fascinating however often I see them.