I notice that the grass had been cut today in the bonfire field, as I call it.  it is a small piece of land bounded on two sides by burns by Station Road, and the Hatton Mill on the other two. This is where the bonfire takes place in November each year. It is very rough wet ground, with the weeds (wild flowers?) growing high –  not the place where I usually walk the dogs.  But tonight was different.

The sun was low in the sky behind the Mill and as we wandered over the cut grass I noticed an unusual pattern: long shadows of the Mill and me.  I usually try to make sure that my shadow is not in any of the pictures I take, but tonight was different.   So I shot an “alternative selfie” of my shadow and the distinctive hat which adorns the top of the Mill.