Dinner time

September fifth is the date John got out of the army, now 45 years ago in Berlin, Germany. We met a few days after that. Every year he celebrates with a pint of beer (porter is his choice) Tonight we had dinner at the Mark's on the Channel, which I've blipped before and where we always sit outside, but tonight was too nippy. Took the long way home around the dike, and this Osprey was there, having his dinner on a power pole.
 Mark's on the Channel in the extra.