Nature wise there wasn't a great deal of change since January. Up in the woods there were plenty of broken limbs scattered over the ground from the recent storms and a casualty in the neighbouring beech wood.
What did catch my eye was the detail of the fence fixings on the far edge of The Field.
The almost irredesent colours on a drab day was striking, along with the patterns in the rust.
The Field in February.
Here it is in January