Party Bunting

Basil is beginning to accept the trauma of eye drops, which is just as well. 

After a quick tour of Tesco, wearing my mask, I took him to Nanpantan Reservoir, which we both enjoyed. Ducks and insects and the grebes of course. Got a shot of a humbug swallowing a fish that was at least as big as his throat.

The house at the bottom of the slope on the eastern side, which might once have been the house of the watchman, was hosting a kids' party. Hence the bunting.