THE CROOKED SPIRE

Dashed out to do food shopping before the weather deteriorated and we were just about to set off home when the dratted pager announced the reappearance of the Crag Martin in Chesterfield.

Hey ho.

The weather was drier in Chesterfield but after 2 hours standing in a car park staring at the crooked spire and stamping our feet in the cold, we and the other hopeful birders had to admit defeat.

It was a rather late supper by the time we got home.

I expect a further trip to Chesterfield is on the cards.

Lovely spire though.