Giz a drink

A rather busy morning, and missed the parade, so no blip there. But then a neighbour rang to say the British Hotchkiss Society were on a jaunty of Shropshire and Worcestershire, so go and get some pics, and I did. Whilst I was choosing which wonderful old model to have - the bus on wheels or the Monte Carlo winner - the dog was getting a bit excited in the kitchen. I thought he was chasing flies, but it was something a touch bigger. Not the best of focus, but catching the bird before the dog did was the real challenge. Robin flew away safely, you'll be glad to know.