Misty day. The only photo I’ve taken.

I was up in the loft room this morning putting ideas together for a poem in French for our next session on Monday.
I found it quite absorbing.
I was so absorbed I almost missed the heron standing on next door’s garage roof!
So stately!
By the time I’d gone for my camera, he’d flown off somewhere else.
This afternoon we went to see Bobbie.
Always heartbreaking when we leave, as she cries.
It will soon be teatime and it’s dark outside.