Robin.

Another day - another walk with Sis, this time, along the railway path to East Pagbourn. I could hear this robin “tutting” at us from the privacy of this hawthorn tree. It took a while for us to find it and I was able to Blip it without it taking fright – though, it was a little wary.
 
Later on, I went to pick herself up from her patchwork course; it’s about a 90 minute drive – each way. We were nearly back home when Herself woke up and said she’d left her suitcase at the hotel; she was adamant that she needed it, and needed it tonight as her PJs were in it. The suggestion that she could sleep in the buff was met with a stony silence. It was a long evening.