Flying by

A day of relative normality after the excitement of the weekend.

Made a big pot of leek and potato soup, some for today's lunch and the rest for the freezer. Two loads of washing done and almost dried outside. Futon beds turned back in to sofas, and spare bedding put away. (Once again the poem Guests springs to mind.) A couple of little admin. jobs sorted.

Late in the afternoon a short walk down to the river. As I walked this guy flew by, heading towards the coast.