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Rarer than I care to admit, the elusive bald-headed tit.

After a false start this morning, getting all kitted up to go cycling, I concluded it was too gusty to cycle, so I took Little Dog out. It actually wasn't so, after a fried egg on toast booster, I had a short bike ride in quite a headwind but I felt I needed it and it was good to be almost blown back over the Cow & Calf.

Life seems a little normal after coming back from holiday.