Blore Heath, just a couple of miles from where we live, was the site of a bloody battle on the 23rd Sept 1459 between the Lancastrian and Yorkist armies. A relatively small skirmish in the War of the Roses, some 3,000 of the 15,000 in the two armies were killed over the 2 days the battle lasted. 
Clock making in Shropshire dates back to 1690 when William Joyce established a firm making long-case clocks in Cockshutt. They moved to Whitchurch in 1790, and to the building below in 1904. The company closed some years ago, but the building has been preserved and is now used as an auction house. 
Unusual to see this many sheep all in one field, especially as it was adjacent to a housing development in a fairly suburban location. I wonder what they make of that? 
Spotted this stone gargoyle on the side of a bank here in Market Drayton. The building is otherwise unremarkable, and even though it dates from the mid 19th Century, isn’t listed as having particular architectural merit. Scary though!
Today’s plan was to get some jobs done in the garden, but the weather had other ideas… Several times I went outside, got set up with tools etc, only to have to beat a hasty retreat when the heavens opened. The changeable weather did however yield an interesting sky. This was the view from the top of our garden. 
Our first BBQ brunch of the year – sadly the unseasonably warm and dry weather we’ve seen for the last couple of weeks has given way to usual March weather – cold and rainy… Still, good fun anyway and a taste of what’s to come.
Not the statue by Antonio Canova, but the three iconic buildings that dominate the Pier Head in Liverpool, and represent the maritime history that the city is famous for. Three merged long exposure shots taken on my Sony camera rather than my ‘usual’ iPhone setup. 
I last took a photo from this spot around 20 years ago (it was a colour slide using my old medium format camera). Nothing much has changed, except it was autumn then and there were still leaves on the trees. I remember being so frustrated when I got the processed film back and realised there was an old tin can in the photo I hadn’t spotted. Nowadays it could be cloned out in seconds, but it ruined the photo back then!
And so it runs, away into the distance… I remember my parents putting me on a (steam) train to London back in the 1950s to stay with my grandparents for a holiday – I still feel that same sense of adventure now when I take a trip by train. 
… is always under construction. Spotted this sign in a local gift shop, and thought how true it is… There is always something more to aspire to. 
One Day At A Time... 