Redwings

A lovely sunny but bitterly cold start to the day. Noisy kitchen building led to our going for a longer walk over muddy fields, and Janet sadly caught her coat on a metal tag on a farm gate, ripping a small hole. 

She's just nipped into town and I dare say the craft shop will be on her list; searching out material for a patch. Nothing much to note on the walk except these redwings having a chat in the entrance to Park Farm.

Seen this morning on my Mastodon feed: My granddaughter asked why I make funny noises when I get out of my chair. I told her it's because I'm a groan man. Height Ankh Yew.