The Spring hath, finally, sprung?

We can only hope. Wind dropped to, practically, zero. Gathered the 1.5lb lid which blew off the bird feeder over night: I wonder if it was before or after the .25" rain.

An assortment of possibilities, then, on a whim, I took a couple of torches, (which them over there appear to still call by the wartime name "Flashlight") set them up, had a play, liked this, Gaffer not around for consultation. So ... this is it.

"Nobbut lakin' aboot."