A Sparrowhawk devours a Pigeon in my back garden.
Some days looking out of the window brings surprises. I’ve never seen a Sparrowhawk in Beckenham let alone the back garden.
A Sparrowhawk devours a Pigeon in my back garden.

Some days looking out of the window brings surprises. I’ve never seen a Sparrowhawk in Beckenham let alone the back garden.
Sitting in the back room I see this little fella and he warms my heart.

A blue sky at last. Beckenham Junction Station

New phone. or more to the point, new cameras 🙂

Alex

Sixty two today

Celebration

A family lunch at the Pickhurst

Rotting Japanese Quince fruit on our mossy path in the back garden

Beckenham High Street as seen though my rose tinted spectacles

I’m sure we’ve all experienced that feeling of not wanting to get out of bed on a particular day. It’s cold damp and grey outside and nice and warm here.

But the day beckons so I must get moving…
Snowdrops in St George’s churchyard

A frosty Sunday morning on Beckenham Green

A crisp cold day beckons in the Drive, Beckenham

Starlings

Home

Twelfth night; the last night I expect to see the Christmas illuminations in the high street until next December.

A bacon baguette and catch up with an old friend

A cold dull day. The Drive, Beckenham.

St George’s Church at twilight

Happy Christmas everyone.