Stop the Pigeon

Always been intrigued passing these pristine doo'cots down the Raploch. There's normally a flock of racing pigeons circling the huts but today there was just the contended coo of the doos as I stopped to take a snapshot. Next time I might try and see if any of the racing enthusiasts that are normally hanging around want their picture taken with some of their birds.

Brought to a stop again on the road home just after this to fix a puncture - farmer was trimming the hedges along the old road and I managed to pick up a huge spike, one of the joys at this time of year - but was well prepared to fix it all up. Stripped down and patched in no time. Then realised I hadn't anything to blow it up afterwards. Only a mile from home though so a quick call back to the pit crew had a recovery vehicle on its way (thanks Samantha). Order for some gas cartridges in now too. The tractor had some big hair dryer like device attached blowing all the jaggy trimmings back off the road so it might be a bit safer next time. Maybe.

Rashin' fashin' Rick Rastardly.