JWN Andrewes
Poor Judge of Pasta.
Great day yesterday, for year ticks anyway. owing to an extremely rare conluence of events I had a good chunk of the afternoon to myself, at home and with fine, calm weather. So I sat in the garden with a book ("I, Partidge: we need to talk about Alan"), half reading and half scanning around. And the fruits of this endeavour? A fly-by Red Kite and a visit by a Spotted Flycatcher! Ace!
James
James