Whittlesey, historically known as Whittlesea, is an old market town in the Fenlands of Cambridgeshire. I was emptying bins here today (27th October 2014). It was a beautiful clear autumn day with bright blue sky and the old church spire looked resplendent from every street. I had to get a snap of it because it looked so glorious.
Every where we went the spire loomed above the rooftops of all the houses and the old world streets where house's front doors opened upon the roads of the little old lanes, where our dust cart could barely get into.
It was a grand autumn day of fine weather. No doubt, one of the last before we drift into the winter months.
Leaving the market town and heading back to March, where the depot is, we were treated to the sight of hawks and kestrels hunting the ploughed fields, now void of their crops till next spring.
Nothing compares to old England on days like this. I was just wondering about the little lanes and doing my job with the spire against the sky. It was a gem of a day.