Buzzard

A wet, windy, muddy walk over the fields this morning. The weather is awful but Flora has to be walked. Luckily I have foul weather gear.

It feels as if I've done my duty as far as being outside is concerned. I think it might be an afternoon of scrabble with an eye on the Calcutta Cup.

The buzzard was sitting on a fence post but the best shot was when it took off.

Lovely time last night. Seven of us went out for a meal. We weren't late home and, surprisingly, I slept pretty well.

I just typed all this and much more but blip swallowed it before I pressed the upload button. So this is it for today. Stay dry everyone.