One problem with travelling is that half the time you don’t know what you’re looking at.
I am probably less familiar now with the flora and fauna of the UK than with that of Spain, and I have no idea what the tree I photographed this morning was.
The bare branches had a mass of white flowers, which look something like plum blossom, but as it was growing semi-wild, I’m fairly sure that’s not what it was.
Never mind. I don’t need to know what it is to know that it’s pretty.