Prettier than its name

This is Bog Iris, apparently - they are certainly prettier than this might suggest and were positively glowing along the path on the way back from the hides at Leighton Moss. My bird shots were less successful - although a paddling avocet has made an extra. Dad and I headed out to do a bit of bird watching after tea. I think he'll have been more successful than me. 

We've also had lunch out at the Watermill at Ings: fish pie and a pint of Collywobbles and came home via the factory shop for some material. All to offset a day that started with some sad - and very unexpected - news about a friend and former colleague.