Waiting for the bus.

The bus terminates at the end of the road and turns round. It's a lovely street because of all the trees although last time we stood waiting at this stop we heard a noise above us, it was a squirrel trying to find a branch to leap across to the other tree.

It lept, grabbed a branch with its front paws, held and gave out falling twelve feet onto the road with a loud thud, right in front of a car.

Luckily the driver saw us looking up and slowed enough to stop for the squirrel which raced off across the road and a few moments later appeared in the tree seemingly unharmed.

Anyway, a lovely street.