I could have been late for work this morning (but wasn’t boss, honest) for spending time in the front garden listening to a pair of male song thrushes, battling it out between them as to who could sing the loudest as the sun rose across the hills. Simply lovely; and a welcome reminder that the darker days are dwindling, and the Sun is on His way back. Happy.
druid (for a given value of druid), retired electrical engineer, parish councillor and chairman, fair weather biker, olde fart with opinions, prog folk rocker, owner of instruments, known to drink decent beer and better whisky. All comments in a personal capacity. May contain cnuts. View all posts by bish