Seedy.

Pottered.
About to have duck in pancakes.




This afternoon I was tidying up a corner of the garden, I picked up a pebble and threw it over the stream to the banking, as I did a bright flash of electric blue rose from the water, made a screeching chirp nose and flew off. The kingfisher had been sat on an escaped plant pot in the stream. I must have frightened it. Hope it comes back.