Idle Moment

I'm not often in Idle, which lies on the opposite side of the Aire valley from us. A trip to the clinic meant I was there today, and the vagaries of buses meant it was simpler to walk home through Buck Wood, over the Green Bridge and up Old Langley Lane. This took me past the spot where I had my first butterfly blip last year, but it's still too early for Commas.

Idle Parish Church had this winged lion, high on the tower, looking a little forlorn with a lost paw.