Sweet Cicely

I got some rhubarb yesterday so there was only one thing for it after work today ... a cycle up the hill. The rhubarb pud is now in the oven.

Just as I was getting my bike out the shed I was brushed aside by a whoosh. A sparrow hawk had just caught something (hope it wasn’t the baby blackbird I saw earlier) and skimmed passed me, hit the wall in a flurry and the recovered with its quarry and sped off. All in a second. I seemed to be moving in slow motion by comparison.