Well, it’s an outing

Here’s the Crawley Town football club building, where Mr. Beewatcher went to buy tickets for next week’s match for himself and Miss Beewatcher.
No ticket for me, I think football is about as interesting as watching paint dry.
As is this photo, but the only other one I might have taken today was of the wood pigeon that sat for ages soaking its feet in the birdbath.
Some days I’m absolutely spoilt for choice.