Youngster

I took a walk down to the village this morning to post a couple of cards and drop some old clothes in to the pre-school who are doing a fund-raiser.  It felt strange pressing a buzzer to access the building as, when Val and I ran playgroup back in the eighties, a gate at the top of the stairs was our security.  Just shows how things have changed.

I returned home via a circuitous route through Bingley St Ives, pausing to blip the stream, one of my favourite trees and then this swan on the island in the middle of Coppice Pond.