I called off my planned trip into the forest today due to the weather. Instead I trundled around wet and windy Hythe. When it dries up I'll take my camera into the pine-clad moors of the New Forest.
Dead people have these benches named after them so that nearly-dead people can sit and watch the boats.
It doesn't matter if that sinks beneath the grey waves now.
In the grey distance is the city I no longer need to visit for work. Sharp eyes will spot the small red ferry beyond the blue tipped piling as it carries the unfortunates to their treadmills.