Such a beautiful day, although the ducks in Bicclescombe Park this morning did not too lively and one stared me out . . .
How do they manage to withstand the flow of water?
Everything seemed so sharp and the trees stood majestically in the sunlight . . .
Later on, as the sun went down, it became chillier and greyer, but still clear enough to snap views of Ilfracombe and the fishing boats in the harbour from up Hillsborough . . .