It is winter, I don’t travel far.  A low sun lit up the field outside our front door and I padded outside, still in dressing gown and slippers, to take yet more photographs of the two trees. Too cold for hanging about, I was soon inside again and then noticed this familiar face illuminated by a low winter sun.  It is a clay planter which probably arrived in the UK aboard a container ship along with five hundred of her friends, nevertheless, she has a certain sad beauty despite her mass-produced beginnings:

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