Sunrise over Dunsby . . .

. . .  or Sleaford or somewhere in that direction
 
 
And, ‘High as a Kite’ at extra.
 
 
Bad night’s kip last night.  The shoulder, absolutely fine when up and about, gave me 24 shades of jip when trying to sleep.  So most of the day in a bit of a haze.
 
Early morning promenade with the hound this morning when I took the blip.  Weather was beautiful, minus 1 C, crisp and fresh.  Biskit did one of his “I’m deaf” routines (a young lady dogs interesting scent we suspect - nobody’s told him that he saw the vet . . . ) so I took the route of “Bye-bye Biskit” and headed back in  the opposite direction.  That fixed it, and he spent the rest of the morning trying to make up.  (Cruel that Grampy.)
 
The shot at extra presented itself through our bedroom window when we got home.  One of those occasions when you needed the EOS R and telephoto lens, but never the less I do like the scene.  There were a number of shots missed with the kite close to and very low over the field.