Katy Wrathall:
Fan girl
Katy Wrathall:
Freesias
Katy Wrathall:
Moon caught in larch tree
Katy Wrathall:
Wasn’t me
Katy Wrathall:
Dusk
Katy Wrathall:
Drops of light
Katy Wrathall:
Spider deterrent
Katy Wrathall:
First aconites
Katy Wrathall:
March of the clones
Katy Wrathall:
Solitude
Katy Wrathall:
New friend
Katy Wrathall:
Sunday sunshine
Katy Wrathall:
Dog and Duck
Katy Wrathall:
Because
Katy Wrathall:
What’s over there?
Katy Wrathall:
A jug of fragrant freesias
Katy Wrathall:
Light and shade
Katy Wrathall:
Saturday is treat day
Katy Wrathall:
Benched
Katy Wrathall:
The fading of the day
Katy Wrathall:
Oops
Katy Wrathall:
Lovely surprise
Katy Wrathall:
Misted
Katy Wrathall:
Snowdrop stems
Katy Wrathall:
New slippers
Katy Wrathall:
By ‘eck look at th’ead on that
Katy Wrathall:
Full splendour
Katy Wrathall:
Catching up with old friends
Katy Wrathall:
Purple
Katy Wrathall:
Waiting for our takeaway
