big old bird

After a morning stint to see my Dad in his boiling hot house, listening to the same old stories I escaped back home and legged it up to the airfield.
Gliders were up, sky was blue, sun was hot.

That really is a big bird of prey, don't know what, and don't think the lady clamped to her phone realised it had swooped in behind her.

It's 5.10pm, that's not too early for the sound of ice clinking into a glass.. is it.... no.