Weston Lakes in the valley of the River Tillingbourne. This is the village of Albury in the Surrey Hills.

Poem.

 

Glowing winter sunset,

mirrored tree reflections.

Tall, patterned, orange Pugin chimneys,

black, white and brown Canada Geese.

Sandstone cottages and

Pine-topped hills.

Near the pond, edged by Reeds and Rushes,

the once Mill-driving Tillingbourne stream

trickles westwards to join the Wey.

Tucked in its largely rural valley in early Spring.

A seat with a view.

Solace.

What is this world if full of care,

we have no time to stand and stare?

(and click a shutter for posterity.)

 

Done