Over to Sue for this week’s challenge photo:
It stood sheltered by the Old Oak Tree, a tribute to a man who loved swans.
In the half light, his profiled image was visible, and it was said that at dusk on the anniversary of his passing, the bell rang calling the bevy¹ to his side.
No-one knew who made the etchings upon this simple shrine, they just appeared on the morning following the first, and each year thereafter the ground was adorned with white feathers.
Bevy: one of three collective nouns for swans (others being Bank and Herd) unless in flight when they are referred to as a Wedge or Flight (source: thealmightyguru.com).