Rye Day.

Those parents of mine accompanied one student fare to Rye, where a beach/country walk took place. I wanted to share some of the isolated incidents that my camera sucked from the world, and there will be two installments with descriptions. I would like to make a living doing something like this, but better of course.



This child painting house made me smile. Despite all the free nature and constructions therewith, this face was my favourite. I want to live in a world like this house, so I'd best start saving.



This was caught from the inside of a top-quality bird hide, where a Tony Hart-faced man told my parents about the practice of birdwatching and the recently observed animals that caused excitement in the wing-gazer community. The lake was once a quarry. Will you look at those clouds.



There were loads of these around. The common pairing was of one parent to one child. 'How well would that work with humans?' I wondered. In the flea pit of my brain I saw the fathers ganged in a field, butting each other, frustrated and useless without their families. I smiled to my stomach because that would never happen in the clever world of people. Then I almost trod in dried output.