lady_judith_barrington: In England, it's always marquee season
lady_judith_barrington: Corrugated ripples: a break in the tide
lady_judith_barrington: Tearoom perspectives
lady_judith_barrington: A sense of purpose
lady_judith_barrington: I can't help feeling that I'm being followed...
lady_judith_barrington: Somewhere, on a distant horizon, a crow.
lady_judith_barrington: A creeping fog, chill over the fens
lady_judith_barrington: Fifteen: or, It was a foggy day in Fenland
lady_judith_barrington: Dizzying heights
lady_judith_barrington: Kelvingrove Sunset
lady_judith_barrington: Mackintosh shadow
lady_judith_barrington: Glasgow lights
lady_judith_barrington: Lyme Regis harbour, the tide out
lady_judith_barrington: Lyme Regis shadows
lady_judith_barrington: Everdon Stubbs on Christmas Day