Look at me.

A morning of drizzle. Drove with Mrs.K. to Leighton Moss for coffee and some of their famous cake. Then Knottman, suitably equipped for all weathers, walked the two and a half miles back home.

With poor light and drizzle I was not optimistic about blips. But I ended up with castle ruins, two horses, several hens and some fungi.
On balance I like this fine fellow best. Ho struts around among his lady friends and clearly has a sense of his own importance.