I've noticed that three quarters of the folk who look at this blog (bless your dear hearts, all of you) are from the US. I thought I would open a window onto Blighty for you. Welcome to the neighbourhood. My patch includes the Hamble River, here's a picture I took at work a coupla days ago.
Further upstream you'll find the junction of Maddoxford and Wangfield:
One of my favourite people in the whole world ever, Jackie Leven, who used to cross this little bridge daily wrote:
The road is dominated at this point by fields of weeping willows, overhanging the road itself, and then the road becomes Wangfield Lane, and passes over a small bridge under which the river Hamble doth flow. It’s a bit chocolate box – too pretty if that’s possible, and reminds me of a Louis MacNeice poem which starts ‘My father, who found the English landscape tame’....
Don't know what he would have made of the cottage below - too pretty by far, but for real. Right opposite the village cricket green at Emery Down. There's a pub called the Swan a stone's throw away and the little red post box is just up the way.
English woodlands are often improved by follies and other introduced features. Shopping trolleys are a simple addition to the picturesqueness of any landscape.
A this time of year the woods are becoming a riot of colour. The leaf picture below, taken this afternoon, has not been in any way enhanced, although the leaves have been arranged on a mossy background.
There now follows a dozen pictures of bananas.