Photo Diaries: Royal-Leamington-Spa

Wind whips through my hair, and clouds threaten rain above me. The water ripples and ducks sit on the water. And there’s one white swan. Leaves are changing colours and rustle across the concrete in time to the wind as trees shed their life. And beyond the river, buildings from years bygone stand as they always have. Along the bridge, a couple glances at the scenery, cyclists speed past and morning runners breathe heavily.
And I’m off to catch a bus…

-nat 💖🌺