This cheeky heron dropped by to inspect our pond in the morning. He stayed around for a while but I didn’t notice whether he found anything to eat or not. Eventually he flew off, following the stream.
Friends called to have a look at our motorhome as they are considering buying one themselves. We sat and chatted over coffee way beyond Bertie’s usual walk time, not realising how late in the afternoon it was because it was still bright outside with no sign of evening drawing in.
However, by the time Bertie and I returned home shortly after 5.00pm dusk had definitely fallen.