The Passover

He flew for me this afternoon and I felt so privileged to be out there in the sunshine watching him.

I have over the weeks nicknamed this barn owl  Voldemort as in a certain aspect his face is just a doppelgänger for him with the slanted eyes and lack of nose. 

A couple rolled up next to me in a camper van and it's a first for me to have been offered a large mug of tea up there. Wrapping my freezing cold fingers round it I was so grateful and how very kind of them.