Sunset on my bells.

 

The End of the Line

 

 

 

This is as far as the train can take you on the Kent & East Sussex Railway – to Tenterden railway station surrounded by fields of buttercups.

 

 

 

 

 

But you can continue along the trackbed on foot if you so desire.

 

And at the site of the former level crossing you will come across this line of pretty 18th century cottages.

Brown corduroy.

 

  

 

 

 Brown corduroy trousers.

 

 

 

 

 

        Brown corduroy field.

Don't you love a high pressure over Iceland?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here comes the sun...

 

 

...burning off the morning mist

...and making a dung heap steam in the frosty field.

 (My cycle ride is somehow incomplete without a dungheap.)

The Nailbourne is high.

 

 

One of the two fords where the Nailbourne crosses Old Palace Road.

 

 

 

The Nailbourne at Littlebourne Mill.

 

 

The Nailbourne is high.   So is this pile of dung.

 

Sun on the pylon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mornings are lighter now.

This is the sun reflecting silver on the electricity pylon.

Sunrise on British Summer Time

 

Cold and windy but, thankfully, no fox.
(see my post of 31st January.)