Pudding

Someone, not knowing it's True Purpose, has used Blue String to mark out where the big green square of bird seed has been arranged.

Very handy for the birds I guess, as long as the Clangers don't come back and eat the pudding.

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OK, so my brain's still somewhere between Falmouth and Matlock, while my body is in Cambridge pretending to be at work. Went for a wander lunchtime but it seemed that someone had turned the weather off; and most of the insect life. Found myself on the cricket pitch where some optimistic reseeding of the worn patches had been done - can't see that lasting long without more protection than a piece of string.

Took a couple of shots of the yellow roller. You might get that tomorrow if the weather doesn't do anything more interesting.

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Karate tonight - confirming again that my brain is elsewhere.