With my student son in his part time job, his colleagues thought long and hard about getting something with an English influence and this was the end result. I had to sit him down, explain to him why I laughed out loud and tell him who Jeffrey Archer was.
Just 2 minutes walk from my cottage down the farm lane and there's the perfect illustration of the season, mud and more depressing mud, not really what I'd hoped to be photographing during this challenge.
A cold, windy, gray day, continually on the verge of rain, or threatening a downpour - although so far, it has only drizzled sporadically. I took a walk down to the local railroad tracks - adjacent to which is an electricity power meter - which seemed to be staring at me, like a Cyclopean-eye.
Today's shot, a quick and partially successful grab shot out of my rolled-up window, at the post office. It was raining heavily and as I left the building I overheard the other person tell her to stay put while he drove the car over to her, but apparently she decided wearing a plastic bag as a fully enveloping helmet was a better plan.