Rainham on a glorious sunny Saturday, and Abberton on the Sunday.

A January Morning

Upon the reserve, where silence reigns supreme, from winter's clutch, the dawn begins to gleam;

Sun shining a tender golden ray, to warm it’s icy breath and melt the frost away.

Each blade shines like a diamond, sparkling in the light, a fleeting treasure where birds take flight.

Cold hands clutch the camera , its lens held high, catches the moment as the bird flies by

Grasses, kissed by frost, glimmering like lace, a fragile reminder of winter’s embrace.

In this tranquil reserve, nature's work of art, the magic of the moment enchants the heart.

The air, crisp and clear, a breath from heaven’s hand, awakens thoughts of what wanders o’r this land.

And there beneath the sun , in stillness found, where nature’s beauty speaks in muted sound,

Lakes lay still, mirrors reflecting the sky, framed by grass rushes where the soft whispers lie

The rich, vibrant echoes of a new day's song, in the embrace of nature, where we truly belong.