Chewing it over

I love the bark you get on birch trees. I remember as a kid peeling the layers off and finding slightly differently coloured layers beneath. I suspect a small deer has gone for it in a much more extreme manner here that I would have!

It was a quiet sort of day today with only an hour or two of my youngest stepson for company, and as a badly hungover 19 year old, I don't know that it counted. As a consequence I had some very strange thoughts and could only get to sleep about 5am. Drat. Tomorrow will be better.