Bridge 212

By rights, I ought to have searched for bridge 202 on Palindrome Sunday, 02022020.

But life is too short, so bridge 212 on our walk this afternoon will have to do.

It has been a grey day, with a bit of drizzle. But the rooks were inspecting their rookery, the song thrush was singing loudly, and the great crested grebe was in its breeding plumage. Something is afoot