Young Heron

Today was one of those 'get-through-it' days ... dentist, housework, weed-pulling, hairdresser ... so Jan and I went for an evening walk by the River Trent.

The air was full of the scent of hawthorn bushes, very heady, you either love it or loathe it. I love it. We saw swans with cygnets, geese with their goslings, young herons trying their wings and fishing skills, and fleeting glimpses of the warblers as they dived in and out of the hedges.

Home for a very late tea and the last episode of Ashes to Ashes, accompanied by a cold glass of wine.