Good Luck

It was a bright sunny morning and I was determined to get out on to the heath before getting in the car to drive to visit Mum. My effort was worth it as it was magical to be in the fresh air with the birds singing all around. Stone chats sat in the top of the gorse bushes and a group of long tailed tits chattered as they flew from tree to tree. At the bottom of this tree people have placed flint stones - I assume as a memorial or a token of good luck. I thought it rather touching.