A watchful barn owl points our way Eastwards out of the village,
past the old post-mill, open for visits if you collect the key from the pub, but sadly no longer milling wheat for our daily bread.
Off the road and on to the field track, heading for the sailing club on the banks of the River Great Ouse.
Little boats laid up for the winter.
Right-turn along the river bank, the russet willows the only colour on the scene.
The tree-circle in the old village park, now marooned in the midst of a winter crop.
Distant view of the 'big house' with its snowy lawns sweeping down to the river.
Jack Frost nipping at my nose by now - the sun's gone behind the clouds and lots of wind-chill factor .... but there's the village snuggling into the hillside in the distance
Back past the windmill
heading west as the ploughman wends his weary way
home stretch uphill to the village cross - no picture because the brewer's dray was parked smack-bang in the middle of the road unloading his barrels of ale for the Red Lion. I'll show you another day.
Job done - cobwebs gone!